To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known. Love is in the knowing, and to know someone, be interested in an -other, is to love. So, how does one claim to love the poor, the marginalized, the leper of one’s community, if that same one does not know one? How can I say, ‘I love you,’ if I do not enter the sacred space of your being to regard who you are as important to know? And so, my God does just that: enters my space, my being, in my form to know me. And, this God still loves me. Known. Loved.
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