“I get my theology from sideways glances rather than big ideas. A hand held in grief, the hush before dawn, the way my granddaughter says my name—that’s where God speaks to me. Not in definitions, but in presence.
I’ve never needed to understand the doctrine of incarnation to know that love puts on flesh—I see it every day in small, ordinary acts.”
— Miriam Ortega, hospice nurse and kitchen-table theologian
“I get my theology from sideways glances rather than big ideas. A hand held in grief, the hush before dawn, the way my granddaughter says my name—that’s where God speaks to me. Not in definitions, but in presence.
I’ve never needed to understand the doctrine of incarnation to know that love puts on flesh—I see it every day in small, ordinary acts.”
— Miriam Ortega, hospice nurse and kitchen-table theologian