“Like ten-year-olds, we hustle to set up our tents. We lie back down again

on the porch and look at the stars, praying for wonder to strike. We go to

the museum or the chalkboard again and stare, waiting for the aha moment to

come. We look at our children and our spouses and our parents and we

feel…other feelings, mixed with overwhelming joy and love. But these

moments where we once found holiness, these moments where we saw the light

of God shining forth, were never the places to pitch our tents, never the

places for the Holy One to dwell.”