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In the pristine white glare of the airport corridor, the linoleum became my prayer rug. But my solitude was short lived.

Deo gratias. That’s what the sign in my office says. It’s not fancy, just two words laser-printed on office paper and tacked up over the computer monitor so I can read it dozens of times a day. 

The phrase—which means “Thanks be to God”—is the traditional Benedictine greeting that monks offer visitors.

The answer that comes out of a tornado is not the kind of answer we want.