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Sometimes I think God's pruning of our chetacrar comes through the writing process. Those words, normal, but juxtaposed in a way that brings life or meaning or else probes the depths of its mysteries, somehow works on us as we search, select, and solidify them in our thought. Penning them is art, but tranformative art. It is not presentation. It is re-presentation. Re-presentation of our souls, through which we claim the cleansing of the process itself the release of what we hope not to be, while reaching for the hopes of what we could be. They are re-presentations of another word as well, one more ancient than we, more creative indeed. They re-present the Word who longs to pen life in our hearts, to rewrite our stories even in the midst of struggle and pain. And I, as I write, hope to receive his good grace and be changed. You have been cleansed by the words I have spoken.