I’m vibrating. That in and of itself is a trick of the language, letting me know that I resonate with this realization. I’m not as hungry or poverty-stricken or homeless, or needy in so many domains, as I grew up believing I was. The perfect storm of what was taught, reinforced, and required of me through so many formative stages led me to build upon a self-concept of echoing, and yet still cramped and small, empty space. Noticing that this belief underlies so many of my assumptions and therefore what I notice in space and time has given me the ability to drastically change my point of view, without moving my feet, or shifting any of my circumstances. (Here are the correct lyrics to the hymn I reference, by Mary E. Maxwell: How I praise Thee, precious Savior, That Thy love laid hold of me; Thou hast saved and cleansed and filled me, That I might Thy channel be. Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous grace, Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every hour in every place. 2 Just a channel, full of blessing, To the thirsty hearts around; To tell out Thy full salvation, All Thy loving message sound. 3 Emptied that Thou shouldest fill me, A clean vessel in Thine hand; With no strength but as Thou givest Graciously with each command. 4 Witnessing Thy grace to save me, Setting free from self and sin; Thou hast bought me to possess me, In Thy fulness, Lord, come in. 5 O Lord, fill now with Thy Spirit Hearts that full surrender know; That the streams of living water From our inner man may flow. ~ retrieved from this site: https://www.hymnal.net/en/hymn/h/268 on September 24, 2026) I suppose there are good implications to these words…somewhere. For me, this whole hymn epitomizes the image I absorbed of God wanting to basically scour me like a gun barrel or clean water hose. Channels only. Nothing left to impede the progress of the other through me, to yet other others. And lest you feel smug about how Christianity can be callous towards identity, consider the many aspects of education, human services, business, and social contracts in all their forms, which encourage a similar through-put of productivity, or consumption, or translation of resources to goods and services, or filtering of what is true into what is likely to “go viral.” Our language matters, deeply. I really believe that the use of the “Word of God” as a description for the Incarnation (of God in human form) in John 1:1 is not a light analogy by a highly romantic and dreamy author. How we describe ourselves to ourselves is so very pivotal as to what we notice in the world outside, and how that relates to how we view the world inside. …okay, I’m writing a whole other essay here, and I already finished the podcast, so feel free to download and listen while you are doing something purposeful but not very engaging. I think this one is actually a very pivotal concept in this Substack, which is to say, I may actually have spiralled in to the centre of the whole maze I’ve been trying to map. I hope so. It’s about time. (…and I so appreciate you all for coming along. Really. It’s been enormously cheering to have company as I meander around following the next idea and desperately making meaning out of all these found objects on the trail…) Happy Friday. Curious what resonates here. One Hard Thing Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit onehardthing.substack.com