I feel kind of the same way this morning that I did that day; vincible…stoppable. The words that run through my mind as I pause between sentences here are ‘finite me, infinite God.’ Death hovers nearby, vague and shapeless, casting black looks and silent shivery threats at my feet like spittle.

Fear isn’t here, though. Today, I take courage. I am thinking of Death in his grave, craven and old, lost in the maw of his own irrevocable sentence. I’m thinking of Baptism; of Jesus, slipping beneath the waters, and back up again, breathless, blinking in the Light.

- audrey assad