There was a time when being neighborly was not considered extraordinary.

There is something strangely human about standing beside a fuel pump.

We tend to imagine resurrection as interruption.

Holy Week arrives not with spectacle but with a kind of steady gravity, as though time itself has slowed to allow us to see what we usually refuse to notice.

There are days when the news feels impossible to escape. Headlines arrive before we are fully awake

There is a moment in the life of faith when the feelings fade.

The second week of January is a quieter place.