Welcome to The Light, your quiet hour of reflection.
In Bangladesh, Christians are living with a quiet but deepening fear. Following recent elections, sectarian attacks have increased, particularly in regions where Islamist movements hold sway. Whole communities are navigating daily life under the weight of uncertainty, wondering whether their faith marks them as targets.
From fear, we turn to something more tender — the story of a teenager lying ill in a cabin while laughter drifted in from a bonfire she could not join. What began as a strained relationship with a churchmate named Lisa became, in that small moment of vulnerability, something unexpected. Sometimes grace arrives not in the grand gathering, but in the quiet beside someone who stays.
And from that intimacy of two, we move to the solitude of one. Louise Bourgeois, the sculptor whose work carried so much of what we cannot say aloud, believed that solitude is not emptiness but a kind of nourishment. To be alone, she suggested, is to return to the self that creation requires — the self that was always there, waiting to be trusted.
That is this hour's reflection. Carry the light gently.
