In this episode I sit at my kitchen table on a grey, sea-soaked afternoon and reflect on a passage from Luke where Jesus reminds us that God is not the God of the dead but of the living. I think about the people I miss, the small fears that come with getting older, the quiet sadness in the world, and the strange comfort in knowing that nothing precious is ever lost to God. A Roman razor dug up after two millennia sends me down a path about memory, meaning and the lives we forget. I talk about how God looks past the surface of our lives, how grief still hurts, and how those we love remain held in ways we can barely imagine. I end with a short time of quiet prayer for the ones we miss and for ourselves, carrying the simple thought that we are more alive to God than we feel to ourselves.