Seeking Eve: In search of an honest faith

Suddenly I see her. Perched on a stool in the centre of this sweaty cafe in Vancouver’s hippy badlands.

Black hair. Dreads. Army boots. Dark eye make-up, smeared under eye, thanks to the trademark first-week-of-July-downpour pummeling down outside.

Then I see it: the edging of her hoodie, tucked over rough pink streaks. The words: “To write love on her arms.” A Jesus call. A call to stop cutting. A call to compassion. A call to stop hurting. Five words. White on black. Light on dark.

Light in the dark.

I think of leaving my roost, reaching out, extending a hand, exchanging words, learning her name. Unfolding her story.

Hesitation wins out. I watch her gather her things and head for the door. A pang of regret swells in my throat. Though it is only momentary.

After all, she is my sister.

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My faith is fueled by others’ confession. It is this pursuit, of raw truth from the mouths of sisters, that inspired me to begin Seeking Eve. Please join us.

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