a student of grace, seeking wonder, becoming fluent in the language of hope
"Weakness is a holy invitation to allow grace to do it's work."
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"Why would we need a comforter unless God knew we would be uncomfortable?" -
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"Grace levels us and humbles us to see our neighbor as ourselves. It frees our hands to give and guards our hearts from greed and self-gratification."
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"We say God is all we need but we don’t live like it. We say all is grace, but we frown at those who need it."
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"When we don't see the image of God in others, we'll fail to see God."
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"We don’t believe our ability to bless others might result from our poverty. Our need might be the thing that most blesses the body of Christ."
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Poverty remains foreign, across continents, across oceans, across borders. It doesn’t live in our neighborhoods, our churches, our relationships, our homes, and our hearts.
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We go with our gospel but don’t always understand grace. We are not students of the poor, the weak, the broken, the outside, or the other. We don’t learn from the margins, we still esteem power and success and skill.
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"Bipolar depression terrorizes my rhythm from my hips, and it rips song lyrics and laughter from my once-red lips. It leaves slippered feet stumbling on crumpled gray tarsals. Once again, I'm shuffling Sisyphus's eternal burden up and down and back again..."
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"What a catastrophe unbridled certainty can be when unleashed on the hurting."
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"For those who put their trust in God’s love, the cross neither condemns nor condones, it only ever covers us with Jesus. This kind of truth is intrusive but it is also redemptive. It both unmasks and covers."
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"A wonder-filled life is grateful attentiveness to the awe in our ordinary."
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Alia Joy is an author who believes the darkness is illuminated when we grasp each other’s hand & walk into the night together. She writes poignantly about her life with bipolar disorder as well as grief, faith, marriage, poverty, race, embodiment, and keeping fluent in the language of hope. Sushi is her love language and she balances her cynical idealism with humor and awkward pauses. She lives in Central Oregon with her husband, her tiny Asian mother, her three kids, a dog, a bunny, and a bunch of chickens.