But then the question becomes how do we trust what we can’t see? How do we trust that the kin-dom of God is even possible? That ending poverty or racism is even possible? How do we find the fortitude to keep doing this work? We don’t get Jesus walking through our locked doors and showing us his wounds. What we get is the story of it. We get the poor and oppressed all around us showing us their wounds, from gunshots in black bodies made by police, to women bravely sharing #MeToo stories, to the estimated 145 million people still living in poverty or economic insecurity in the richest country in the world. We see his wounds in them, and in our own woundedness.