First piece i read this morning.

It has something very alive in it. It reads like a prayer without preaching, like something rising out of the body before the mind has time to explain it. “it started with a pull” and “lungs open like doors” give it pulse right away, and the whole piece keeps breathing through that rise / fall beautifully.

I also love that you take it where it needs to go, not into doctrine, not into explanation, but into something simple and true: “juss air movin.” And making “the whole sermon” nothing more than breath, that lands quietly and powerfully at the same time. Very human, very grounded, and full of real presence.