It speaks to the satisfactions I've found recently through intentional encounters with the unscreened world: in helping my neighbor load up his baby
pigs; putting my phone in a tray as I come through the front door so that I remember to give my kids my whole self; observing the way the Benedictine monks
on the hill near my home
bow in greeting one another and the way their eyes pierce me — greeting me, the stranger, as a guest, as Christ.