“I remember sitting with a woman in the transept of the church an hour or

so before the service one Sunday. She was bent over a little and weary, and

I could tell that she was out of breath. She was sweating a little bit too.

‘Ma’am, is everything okay?’ She went on to tell me about how her husband

had decided, after twenty-seven years, that he’d had enough… ‘I took the

long way here this morning to your church, through the park, and here I am.

To be honest, I’m just looking for a little peace.’ … I’ll never forget

her, and I thought about her this week: out of breath and looking for

peace. It feels a little bit like our society right now.”