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Something here Sermon: The Spirit Given for the Sake of the World The past year, and especially the past weeks, have felt heavy for many of us. Our common life has been marked by anxiety, anger, grief, and deep division. Communities and families feel strained. Even when we avoid the headlines, we carry the weight of it in our bodies and relationships. Many are asking where God is in all of this, and what faith looks like when the world feels so fractured. The Christian tradit

I ended 2025 as I have ended nearly every year for the last decade, save the two Decembers we lived in Bangladesh, at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit. The place itself has become part of my prayer. The towering white concrete columns rise like sentinels of silence. The wooden beams stretch overhead, an ark, a cradle, holding me. Blue and purple light spills through stained glass, and Mary and Jesus look back at me from the rose window, steady and familiar witnesses to this l

Christmas has a way of arriving with great fanfare and then leaving us very quickly with silence. The carols fade. The decorations come down. The world moves on. And yet the Church, stubborn and wise, insists that Christmas is not a single day but a season, a span of time meant not just for celebration, but for dwelling. For staying with what has come into the world long enough to begin to notice how it changes us. I know my own Christmas celebrations were delightful, even if