What if we decided to give Jesus our pain and anxiety rather than trying to carry it ourselves? What if we stopped to listen to others around us who are broken and hurt? What if we stood to advocate for justice when we saw injustice happening? What if we chose to love our neighbors, even when loving looks sacrificial?

I can’t tell you how many years I’ve waited to have the conversation.

Leave it to G. K. Chesterton to write an essay called “In Defence of Baby Worship.”

The temple gate was called “Beautiful.” He was called “beggar.”

Crossing cultures doesn’t simply happen when you board a plane or go overseas.