Buried in all of us is a longing for refuge. Like travelers caught in a storm, we fight through life always looking for somewhere safe and warm. Whatever rest is found is fleeting, and sometimes all one can do is gather the energy to enter the fray again. And yet there’s always a pull to live outside of time, not just as escapism from hardships but also a melancholy realization that this world will never feel as comfortable as we wish it would.
How does God usher in a Kingdom of refuge and belonging, when so many things are going wrong?
Do you find safety in your faith? If yes, where? If no, why not?
Have you ever known someone who goes out of their way to help others?
Which of the Church's shortcomings is the most hurtful to you?