She always told us to pray in a
safe place: “bury yourselves under
wild thickets; drape in rosaries;
wrap in shawls; nestle with
watchdogs; cradle with kin — far
from harlots on street corners,
blackguards behind shadows,
harbingers in alleyways and
guttersnipes on trains,” — as if
God is a stranger to darkness and
Jesus only bled for heralds and saints.

Posted by Jason Ramsey

Christian. Dad to five, including two sets of twins. Husband to favorite person. Guy behind ALTARWORK and Amity Coalition. Interests: mental health advocacy, social equality, religious freedom. Writing featured at Patheos, Venn Magazine, The Bees Are Dead, The Mudroom, My Ink Dance, ALTARWORK, and more. Leading by leaps of faith and grace. Exposing goodness every day.

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