to one hope She presses

I believed for you when your heart was fearful. You believed for me when my foot slipped. We steady the knees that give way; we speak and believe.

We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.

We recite the Creed every Sunday, even when the diocese schismed and hearts rent. It was a divorce from which our community has yet to fully recover.

But there were streams amid desert as saints kept their watch. The men’s Bible study never stopped gathering at the Christian camp for coffee and prayer. The generous buoyed the struggling, as always, and we celebrated, grieved, and served together, because there’s always been more that unites us than that which divides. Christ’s diasporic Church is catholic still.