Faith matters. That sentence is both as simple and as complex as I can get this month. It hit me like a ton of bricks as I was pondering the reality of Easter and why, year after year, we tell the story of Jesus, proclaim the new life found in resurrection on a daily basis, and attempt to make sense of the events of life that seem so senseless. We do this because faith matters.

So, yes, the pollinator box started me off on a theological musing about how faith is sometimes right in front of us and sometimes not. And like the pollinators, faith needs a place to call home, a few things to assist in the building process, and the right place to do its work. Weird, but this Palm Sunday, I was ok with weird.