It is only in the moment after that we ever really know: The running in the dark. The stone out of place. The broken seal. The open door. A warmth in the breast, a gush of tears, a peal of light-headed laughter, a dumb-struck, slack-jawed stammer. The first or five-thousandth moment you knew: I don’t understand. I don’t understand. I don’t understand. And so, I believe.
-Br. Keith Nelson, SSJE