In the midst of troubled days, when the world seems restless and unraveling, and the weight of it presses upon your being, take heart. Return to your prayers. Break the bread. Bind up the wounded. Trust that Christ is near, and that nothing done in his name is ever lost. You are seen. You are held. And you are not forsaken. The world may clamor and convulse, but the Kingdom is never shaken. When everything feels unsteady, return to the quiet work that first called you: the work and toil of prayer, the work and toil of love, the work and toil of tending the small, flickering lamps in the night. Do not despise the simple acts of care: the listening ear, the whispered intercession, the bread broken at the table. This is how the world is held together, not by might or power, but by the unseen faithfulness of those who refuse to stop loving. When Christ stood before Pilate, the world itself seemed on the brink of chaos. And yet, he did not meet violence with violence, nor despair with fear. He returned again and again to the stillness of the Father’s presence, to the cup he alone could drink. And so must we.