A Non-Anxious Presence

Here is the thought I can’t seem to shake: we are a people aflutter, flitting from hate to hate, from conflagration to conflagration, from anxiety to anxiety. We are a people on fire–skin, heart, solar plexus, brain, everything. Is it any wonder? The world is on fire, and we take that fire by contact.

Twitter, Facebook, the local coffee shop, every small group at church, the conversation on aisle 6 at Kroger–everywhere I go, the people carry political anxiety. Russia, Paris, North Korea, Nort...