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Before I could say the customary words, she reached for the pottery chalice and took drink after drink.

Our spiritual lives are like kintsugi pottery—mended with gold leaf along the cracks.

We’re preconditioned for self-gain and not for self-sacrifice. We need God’s help not only to do better but to want to do better.

In a world of whittled attention spans, perhaps the greatest gift I can offer my children is also the simplest.