At a Big Sur monastery, an ancient model for communal life

When I was the current age of my Generation Z grandkids, the person I admired most was my vibrant Lutheran pastor. He knew all about the pent-up energy of youth, the passionate zeal that flowed so naturally in and through us, and he knew this needed to be channeled into good work or it would sour and depress us. So he organized treks to the orphanages of Tijuana, Mexico, where we became friends with children who’d been abandoned on garbage heaps. He drove us to halfway…

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