This is the prayer: Accept things as they are. It was all meant to be.

It is the most remote settled island on earth, and a small Catholic community not only survives there but thrives.

Whatever comes next may be ugly. We all know this. But for reasons I can hardly explain, I felt buoyed up the morning after the election.

The only reaction that matters right now for most of us is spiritual. We need patience. We need to let the votes be counted.

Got election anxiety? There’s a patron saint for that.

During my first half-decade as a priest, I buried a total of three people. In the last two years here in Belize, that number is well over a hundred—and it has reminded me of love’s eternalness.