It cracked us open to the depths of our being. Every fear and insecurity, exposed in a moment. It had the audacity to tap us on the shoulder and remind us of our mortality. It was in the cracks, past the superficial depth we had grown accustomed to, that we found out how needy we were. For what we thought we could live without, hope, humility, and community became the very things we knew we needed most. We were made in the image of God and it reminded us that those who before were so easily classified as enemies were like us, fearfully and wonderfully made. The story is still being written and none of us knows how it ends. But when the dust settles, we will be glad we have one another.
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