Thirty years ago I made a hitch hiking pilgrimage to Jerusalem from England, staying in Benedictine monasteries along the route. As I travelled East I experienced the deep rootedness of the monastic life. The monks were rooted in history, rooted in truth, rooted in beauty, rooted in goodness and rooted in daily life.
The analogy holds. For a tree to be healthy and strong it needs strong, healthy, deep roots. Roots, of course, are…