Welcome to The Light, your quiet-hour reflection.
There is a lesson in the potter's hands — that the harder we grip, the more life resists us. A recent essay from The Marginalian traces this truth through a kiltering urn, clay that refused control until the maker surrendered, and in surrendering, found the shape that was always waiting.
That surrender, though, is not always safe. In Haiti, a young missionary named Maylon Foshee — twenty-three years old, with more than one hundred thousand followers drawn to his ministry on TikTok — now faces charges of sexually abusing three teenage boys in his care. It is a painful reminder that platforms of trust, built on faith and proximity, can become instruments of profound harm.
And in Los Angeles, a federal judge has issued a preliminary injunction limiting the University of California's ability to enforce anti-harassment rules against students who use biological names and pronouns for transgender classmates. The ruling opens anew the quiet, unresolved question of where dignity lives — in the word spoken, or in the intention behind it.
These are not easy things to hold. But holding them honestly is where the light begins. That's this hour's reflection. Carry the light gently.
