Miles from Home

How Christ meets us on the road before we find clarity and why that changes everything

I am miles from home, waking in New England.

The air this morning is crisp and clean, the kind of cold that sharpens everything, the edges of bare branches, the light on frost, the ache in my chest. Sunlight spills gently across the ground as if the world hasn’t been shaken. As if the headlines aren’t heavy with chaos and cruelty. As if I haven’t spent t…