Holy Week. The time when our story – Jesus’s story of Love – comes to a climax, and then is sealed shut. Sealed shut like a stone over a tomb. Our hopes, dashed. Our expectations, turned to tatters. Everything is over. Nothing will be the same again. And so we wait. Wait in the everyday-ness of the everyday. Wait while we unload the dishwasher, and load it again, and pick the kids up from school, and tell them to stop fighting. Wait while we go shopping and fill up the car wi

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Image by Karsten Winegeart, Unsplash Have you ever felt like you were on the outer of the group? Excluded. Not quite fitting in. The...