Faith | Gloryhole Swallow

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We spend our whole lives building walls. Drywall. Ego. Prejudice. Then we drill a single hole in them just to remind ourselves that we are not an island.

That’s where the faith comes in.

I don’t know his name. But in the three seconds after the shudder, before the footsteps fade, there is a silence more sacred than any cathedral. It’s the silence of two broken people who, for just one moment, didn’t hurt each other.

Faith isn’t believing in the visible. Faith is the muscle in your throat that relaxes instead of clenches. It’s the surrender to the unknown. It’s the trust that on the other side of that crumbling wall—behind the rough hands and the muffled groan of a stranger—there is still a human being begging to be accepted without judgment. gloryhole swallow faith

You think faith is only found in stained glass and hymnals? Let me tell you where I found mine.

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And that is the point.