For several of my preschool years, and then again in middle school and high school, my mother and I lived with my maternal grandparents. My mom had emigrated from Austria shortly after the Second World War, and my grandparents had followed after a couple of years.
|Marc Chagall’s “Exodus”|
|Salvador Dali’s “Gloria bultos Moysi (Exodus 34:29)|
|Ferdinand Hodler’s “Transfiguration”|
In Christ, we are somebody. We are the beloved child of God. And when someone asks us, “Who are your people,” we can give the answer that will change the world: everyone I meet.