The suffering and less fortunate are our mirrors, our teachers, and our fellow travelers through purgatory on the way to heaven that is not a reward for the perfect, but a homecoming for those who have learned to surrender and let God love them as they are.

The Pharisee prays to convince himself he’s righteous, but the tax collector prays because he knows he’s not. He needs help.

None of us make the sun rise in the morning. And yet it comes. It arrives faithfully every morning and pours its light over the earth.

Do you ever look back and wish you’d done something differently? Said something differently? Chosen another path? We all carry regret, sometimes quietly, sometimes heavily. The writer Daniel Pink calls regret our most powerful teacher.

One of the most contested topics in our world is religion itself. But what exactly is religion? For some, it means a set of rules, moral codes, doctrines, and dogmas. For others, religion is a sense of belonging, community, and comfort. But what if there is much more to consider?

One of the hardest parts of teaching is when students only want to focus on “what is on the test.” When they don’t want to think broadly or wrestle with questions. They just want the answers.

I was catching up with old business school classmates in Palo Alto last week. Among the career updates, one friend shared something that stopped me cold. He and his wife were giving up everything they owned. House, cars, furniture, everything. They were reducing their lives to two suitcases each and setting off to travel the world.

We all have “one thing” we convince ourselves will make our lives whole. It might be a car, a house, a career, or even a relationship. Sometimes it’s our health or our sense of achievement. We tell ourselves that if this one piece fell into place, then everything else would finally make sense. But here’s the problem: when we elevate any good thing into the ultimate thing, it begins to define us. What we thought would set us free can actually enslave us.

There’s a strange yet compelling paradox in this quote from Lewis. In it, he introduces the tension between pain and presence. We spend so much time trying to avoid discomfort, yet time and again it becomes the place where our illusions fall away and something more honest, more human, more real begins to emerge. Not despite our wounds, but through them.