There’s a certain kind of time you can feel—not on a clock, but in your bones. It’s the kind of time that settles into the rings of a tree, that lingers in the hush of an ancient forest, that reminds us we are brief visitors in a much longer story. I was thinking about that recently...

By the end of our Synod mission day at the Sikh Gurudwara of Glen Rock, my hands smelled like onions. We had been tasked with peeling sacks of purple onions and russet potatoes for their langar, a free meal in their community. Langar is both a foundational principle and an action in the Sikh community, providing...