Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
The words scattered in my mind. I’d read them dozens and dozens of times -- but almost always out of order. A year before I knelt in the tomb of the saint, I’d built a bot to repeat the prayer, twice a day every day, on Twitter.
Great stories free us! Great stories move us to imagine beyond our petty self-preoccupations, beyond our living circumstances, beyond our destructive biases.