I want to tell you why I keep showing up.
Why I care about peace even when the world is cracking apart.
Why I care about justice even when it costs more than comfort—and often requires personal sacrifice.
Why I still name Christ—not to prop up religion—but because I’ve met a Christ who doesn’t look like power as we know it.

Not a Christ of conquest.
Not a Christ of control.
But a Christ who reconciles, who holds all things together—even me, when I feel like the world is cracking. Even you. Even this aching, beautiful, burning world.

Diabetes is a chronic autoimmune illness. For some, the pancreas is producing insulin to a degree, and can be controlled by diet and pills. I was diagnosed as a type 1 diabetic forty-five years ago. (seems like most of my life) The pancreas no longer produces insulin for those who are type 1, and require insulin injections or pump infusions of insulin to live. I am writing today to bring an awareness of the struggle those who are diabetic go through daily to control their illness and many to financially afford to do so. There are parents of children with diabetes, who battle each day for their child who lives with type 1 diabetes. I have been blessed with an excellent care team and a loving family. I have always been able to acquire the supplies needed to control my illness. Although there have been times because of authorizations needed by insurance companies and distribution centers, when I was within days of running out of insulin and supplies needed. These times are very stressful and frightening. There are many people who suffer from diabetes that live this nightmare of getting insulin and supplies continually.

Healthcare for all is a justice issue. Those like me, need . . .