I really believe it’s the Church’s job to lead people back to each other.

In this time of COVID-19 quarantine we have experienced intense separation due to biological realities. These months of social distancing and the lingering uncertainty make it seem scary to try to get back together.

I’m a bit of a kleptomaniac in one area of my life. No, I’m not into stealing cars, stealing from the government, or picking pockets. And I’m not talking about stealing candy (like when my eighth-grade friends and I went on a two-week stealing spree at 7-Eleven and Woolworths). 

I’m talking about the fine art of stealing words.

After six straight 15-hour work days (including a basketball tournament from midnight to 2:30 am), we found ourselves on top of a boat in the Caribbean. The boat was a water taxi carrying us back from a day of relaxing on Caye Caulker. The speed of the boat produced a consistent breeze to keep us cool.

When our eyes have been blinded by the searing pain of deadly shootings, the heavy burden of poverty's ramifications, and the crippling curse that sin has brought upon humanity—we need a vision.