Our Broken, Miraculous World
Elle in Elko, Nevada by Zack Kouns

This fucking idiot suburban housewife who I volunteer with at the soup kitchen with is all the time going on about how much “peace Christ brings into her life.” I feel like telling her that Christ wasn't peaceful. Love isn't peaceful. He didn't wander this tortured earth to bring peace to our lives, he came to challenge us with reckless, rabid, otherworldly love so that we can be reborn into a kind of auroral transcendence.