I watched last night's episode of Lovecraft Country and was inspired by the words of one of the characters saying that her great- great grandson was her "faith made flesh." How many of us are exactly that? How many of our ancestors died so we could live? I've seen t-shirts that read, "I am my ancestors wildest dreams." We are. We are just that. We are living breathing faith. We are answered prayers. We are promise. We are purpose. We are their legacy. We are standing on their shoulders. We are walking the trails they blazed. We are the word spoken. We are their word made flesh. Honor them. Honor their life. Honor their memory. Be vigilant. Vote!