A knife, it felt like a knife, and I'd discovered that despite everything that's happened, I still had an endless untapped potential for getting hurt.

May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

Just keep asking yourself: What would Jesus not do?

I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.

You could go church and you could describe your worst behavior, your worst self, and despite your worst behavior you would be forgiven and then redeemed and then accepted back into the community through communion. So you didn't have to carry this burden your entire life. Once a week you went someplace you went someplace where you could really look terrible and be loved despite how terrible you were.

In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.