Love is not a slicker programme or a forced offering. Love is not transient, irritable or resentful. It does not boast or rejoice at wrongdoing. To love, requires no theological degree or space filled in on a form. Each heart was built for love, and therefore longs for love: the love of loves.

Take off your shoes he whispers and reach out your hand. All along we’ve been walking on holy ground, we’ve just rarely known it away from the comfort of protected feet.