The church is a body: scarred and punctured but feeling its way through the world.
body
To build the Beloved Community, we need to think and talk and act differently about bodies.
After each service, I sweep up the dirt, specks of plastic, and tendrils of hair.
When illness took over my life, I developed a new understanding of the Eucharist.
I tried it—and I began to experience God in places other than my head.
A body in pain navigates the world
Poet Molly McCully Brown’s memoir of life with cerebral palsy