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  When the world feels fractured—by pandemic, by war, by loss—it’s easy to believe we are each meant to weather the storm alone. But in truth, it is together, and only together, that we have ever found our way through the night. Unity is not uniformity. It does not require agreement on every doctrine or solution. It asks only that we recognize each other as part of the same human story, worthy of dignity and care. In the deepest sense, unity is spiritual—not something manufactured, but something remembered. A return to our shared breath, our shared longing, our shared capacity to begin again. Hope, too, is often misunderstood. It is not wishful thinking or blind optimism. Hope is forged, not found. It’s the quiet insistence that a better world is possible, even when evidence is scarce. It’s found in the hands that rebuild after disaster, the neighbors who keep showing up, the mothers who sing lullabies in shelters, teaching the next generation to believe in morning. Across interfai...

  When the world feels fractured—by pandemic, by war, by loss—it’s easy to believe we are each meant to weather the storm alone. But in truth, it is together, and only together, that we have ever found our way through the night. Unity is not uniformity. It does not require agreement on every doctrine or solution. It asks only that we recognize each other as part of the same human story, worthy of dignity and care. In the deepest sense, unity is spiritual—not something manufactured, but something remembered. A return to our shared breath, our shared longing, our shared capacity to begin again. Hope, too, is often misunderstood. It is not wishful thinking or blind optimism. Hope is forged, not found. It’s the quiet insistence that a better world is possible, even when evidence is scarce. It’s found in the hands that rebuild after disaster, the neighbors who keep showing up, the mothers who sing lullabies in shelters, teaching the next generation to believe in morning. Across interfai...

  When the world feels fractured—by pandemic, by war, by loss—it’s easy to believe we are each meant to weather the storm alone. But in truth, it is together, and only together, that we have ever found our way through the night. Unity is not uniformity. It does not require agreement on every doctrine or solution. It asks only that we recognize each other as part of the same human story, worthy of dignity and care. In the deepest sense, unity is spiritual—not something manufactured, but something remembered. A return to our shared breath, our shared longing, our shared capacity to begin again. Hope, too, is often misunderstood. It is not wishful thinking or blind optimism. Hope is forged, not found. It’s the quiet insistence that a better world is possible, even when evidence is scarce. It’s found in the hands that rebuild after disaster, the neighbors who keep showing up, the mothers who sing lullabies in shelters, teaching the next generation to believe in morning. Across inte...