I spent a few months in a war-torn area of the world and was surprised to find that there, in the midst of tensions and dangers, I felt far more at peace than in my average American, housebound day with a baby and a toddler. I had a theology of suffering that allowed me to pay attention in crisis, to seek small flickers of mercy in profound darkness. But my theology was too big to touch a typical day in my life. I’d developed the habit of ignoring God in the midst of the daily grind.
