The Word Made Flesh Advocacy Publication Updates There is so much hurt and pain in our own neighbourhoods and communities. Hurt and pain that is hidden by walls and fences, and all the barriers we erect. Facebook profiles that create an image of perfection, instagrams that only display the party. We live well-curated, well-manicured lives. Yet underneath it all, there's so much more going on. The other week I was in Ottawa for a wedding, and while I was in town, had a number of opportunities to speak on behalf of Word Made Flesh Canada. It was a wonderful, exhausting, joyful and overwhelming week. A week in which God was present, a week in which I found myself in a place of weakness. A week where I found myself open, perhaps more open than usual, to God's grace. It was a week in which I received incredible hospitality and encouragement from those with whom I stayed. It was a week in which I encountered many engaging questions about the life and work of the Word Made Flesh community. It was a week in which I was asked to open the scriptures in three different churches, and to ask what God might be saying to us there, and in that place. Like many weeks lately, this was a week of deconstruction. Of God dismantling my pride and self-reliance. Of coming face-to-face with a life-changing, transformative piece of good news that I almost couldn't bear. Of being surprised by grace, as so