Woman at the Well

To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known. Love is in the knowing, and to know someone, be interested in an -other, is to love. So, how does one claim to love the poor, the marginalized, the leper of one’s community, if that same one does not know one? How can I say, ‘I love you,’ if I do not enter the sacred space of your being to regard who you are as important to know?  And so, my God does just that: enters my space, my being, in my form to know me. And, this God still loves me. Known. Loved.

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