Faith is a willow tree. That’s the way the bishop would describe it if he had a love of nature. What does that mean? I would ask the bishop. Faith is a willow tree? It is strong, with roots that run straight to the heart of things, to the core of the earth that supports us and keeps us walking and running and standing and sitting and well positioned to take on the daily adventures of life. Its sap is honey colored to those who care to seek for it. It bends in the wind, because it is supple and receives life wherever it can be found—not stiffly, or in boxes, but moving with the nature of things as they are in the present moment.