Last night my sons and I joined the youth of our church and other leaders to color, draw, and decorate cardboard boxes that will be filled with food for those in need whom we will never meet. As we sat coming up with positive words, such as “Smile” and “Happy”, or drawing a tree with the sun overhead, we had been instructed it can’t be overtly religious in nature, just a simple project to make the boxes not seem so…cold or boring…but rather having been cared for by others to bring some joy. And so, we colored boxes. This may seem a fruitless attempt to make a dent in the universe, but to each kid and adult drawing, smiling, coming up with positive images and thoughts, it was as if the boxes were infused with purpose, power, and promise, even before being filled with the life giving nourishment it will gift a stranger. As the world seems to be on fire, it wasn’t lost on us as a group that only a few days prior, the very chapel we congregate in every week is the same sacred place for us as the one that had been the site of a