Always needing one-more-thing before we begin, is a form of self imposed insulation. Faith, on the other hand, is more like beginning out of want, out of insufficiency. There is a space between the flint and the steel, where sparks live; where my insufficiency comes in full contact with your need. A place where we are both transformed.
A worker may look at the hole in the roof
waiting for someone to bring him his favorite hammer.
What if he started with his hands
until his hammer could be found?