Birth Stories
God is in the shit of it.
God is in the midsy of it.
Like comes into the world with a body that could break in the wind,
among the shit of animals,
praised by strangers from far lands with strange agendas.
This is what Life does. It emerges. It shows up. It burst forth in the dirty corners of life. It seeps in and takes up our hearts, enlarges them, makes them oversized. Life shows up in dangerous places and in dangerous people. Life showes up in people who live on the margin.
Do not forget Life = God.
