Where The Ground Turns Holy

The reality is—most of life happens in the Saturday seasons.The middle spaces. The aching questions. The long pauses between what was and what will be. But... what if we can’t have Sunday morning without fully embracing Saturday? What if resurrection only becomes resurrection when we’ve felt the stillness of the grave? What if God can only do something new in us if we’re willing to linger in the grief?

What if no one ever hears your side of the story? What if the lie is louder than your truth—and God still asks you to forgive? This post is about the pain of being misunderstood, the strength of silent integrity, and the kind of forgiveness that doesn’t come with vindication. Joseph walked it. Jesus modeled it. And sometimes, we’re called to it too. You don’t have to be heard to be holy. You don’t have to be vindicated to walk in peace.

It is the early 2000s on a Sunday morning at 9AM. The church doors are freshly unlocked, by the same man that has been unlocking them for...