When I read The Cost of Discipleship, I found it wasn’t just a single sentence that cut me open—it was the whole weight of Bonhoeffer’s clarity. He wasn’t writing from theory. He was writing under the weight of martyrdom. And he wasn’t calling readers to admire Jesus. He was calling us to follow Him.

To witness is not just to hold a microphone—it’s also to hold space.

It’s to walk slowly enough that someone else can join you.

It’s to bring peace into the room—not by words, but by being rooted in the One who is peace.

When there was nothing left to reach for, grace reached in.
This is not a story of rising, but of surrender.
A witness to the God who descends to heal what breaks.