We live in a world aching with sorrow—fractured by injustice, loneliness, and grief too deep for words. And yet, we’ve built altars to happiness. Not the kind rooted in joy or meaning, but the kind that promises escape. We build our own ‘worldly heavens’ hoping to outrun the ache. It blinds us to the sacredness of sadness.

Perhaps real joy doesn’t come from masking the brokenness but comes from meeting it, naming it, and discovering that God is already there.

• Enlightenment Now
• Brave New World