Some cheer. Some mourn. All of us sense that this is just the surface of things, as the flames of St. Louis ignite dry timbers everywhere. Anger, injustice, helplessness, and bewilderment fuel the fire from all directions, and the rising roar reveals gaping wounds in our nation.

I know there are people for whom longing is a stranger. This is not for them. This is for those of us whose hearts are hungry for more than anyone can give, who have tried to be content with less, and who are simultaneously exhausted and defiant in the pursuit of – of what?