“Very often I will avoid the truth until my face goes red like a toddler avoiding her nap; until limp-limbed, she finally stops flailing and falls asleep and receives rest – the very thing she needs and the very thing she fights. When someone like me, who will go to superhero lengths to avoid the truth, runs out of options – when I am found out or too exhausted to pretend anymore or maybe just confronted by my sister – it feels like the truth might crush me. And that is right. The truth does crush us, but the instant it crushes us, it somehow puts us back together into something honest. It’s death and resurrection every time it happens.”
–Nadia Bolz-Weber, Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint, chap. 7
