In The Hare with Amber Eyes, Edmund de Waal measures the relative space of a collection of small sculptures. Small. A few inches at most. And though there are 264 of them, they could all be put in an average-sized box and stored away on a shelf somewhere. De Waal recognizes, however, that these wee pieces, called netsuke, take up considerably more space than their actual size. Paraphrasing Lord Digory, they’re bigger on the inside

Teach me your way, O Lord,     that I may walk in your truth;     unite my heart to fear your name. I give thanks to you, O Lord my God, with my whole heart,     and I will glorify your name for ever. For great is your steadfast love towards me;     you have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol. {Psalm 84:11-13}   As we wrap up another week filled with violence, unexpected kindness, hard conversations,

“[Christians] live in their respective countries, but only as resident aliens; they participate in all things as citizens, and they endure all things as foreigners…They live on earth but participate in the life of heaven” ~Epistle to Diognetus 6.5, 9. As a former resident of Paris and its suburbs, I have shared the grief and pain of the attacks on that beautiful city.  I have always loved Ernest Hemingway’s, now almost cliché quote, “If you