I am here for the broken things.
The daily struggle to just make ends meet. The harsh unfairness of dumb chance. Cracked dreams. Unbearable cruelty.
I am here for the broken things because in them I see the hope of a world repaired.
An unshakable foundation of well-being for all. Triumph over the privilege of circumstance. The unimaginable fruits of dreamwalking. The joy of a true neighborhood.
Things are broken. That hurts. It should. But even brokenness can, in a way, break.