Outburst of hope A great armored machine gnaws toward us on cruel tractor treads, venting fumes of sorrow and dread, a friendly logo of terror painted on its side, boasting invincibility. We stand in its path, naked and fragile. But not helpless. Not afraid. We don't await heroic intervention. Our flesh is Word made flesh. We love courageously. We tell truth. Make noise. Sing lustily. We give wildly. Take every hand extended. We impede the wheels. We don't stop. Our joy is disturbing, our peace unsettling, our confidence reorienting. We live every day as an outburst of hope. Every day we rise.                                 Steve Garnaas-Holmes Outburst…starburst; explosive, powerful, surprising. Explosive and powerful are words which trigger these days and not all of us like surprises. Trigger murder, violence, capture, and corruption. Hard to see the hope in any of those bursts of physical power. ...