I’d like to begin by quoting the Libby Roderick lyrics I sang at the beginning of last Sunday’s sermon:
How could anyone ever tell you, you were anything less than beautiful?
How could anyone ever tell you, you were less than whole?
How could anyone fail to notice that your loving is a miracle?
How deeply you’re connected to my soul.
As I preached Sunday morning, my heartfelt prayer is that we’ll all know how deeply we are loved—and