For I was hungry
and you gave me foodI was thirsty
and you gave me drinkI was a stranger
and you welcomed meI was naked
and you gave me clothingI was sick
and you looked after meI was in prison
and you came to me…Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.
Repair, Reconciliation, Restoration
By Amy Knorr
Each year, my maple tree burns achingly bright in the backyard. A few weeks ago, that maple shone in the grey drizzle of the morning after. I needed that bright light in the midst of grey.