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.