Breath to Bones: Recovering an Embodied, Living Faith
Faith doesn’t die all at once.
Most often, it withers under the weight of performance—when practices become obligations, when prayer becomes effort, when we measure our worth by what we do rather than who we are.
And one day, we wake up in a valley of dry bones, wondering if what once felt alive is gone for good.
"Son of man, can these bones live?" (Ezekiel 37:3)
It is not a question of possibility—it is a question of imagination.
Because faith is not something you resurrect by force.
It is something God breathes back to life.
The first breath comes before the first step.
The Reckoning and the Rebuilding: A New Way Forward After Deconstruction
When faith unravels, it is not just a crisis of belief—it is something we feel in our bones. After 25 years in ministry, I found myself standing in the ruins of what once held me, asking: Can these bones live?
There is a space between what was and what will be—a valley where certainty falls away, and we are left with questions, grief, and longing. Deconstruction is not just about tearing things down; it is about learning to listen for what still carries breath.
I am writing about what comes after. About holding space for the unknown. About the quiet work of healing, embodiment, and rebuilding faith in a way that is deeply human. This is not about easy answers but about making room for something real.
If you are in this place, you are not alone. Let’s sit in this space together.