Nineteen Monks (And One Dog) Walked into Our Lives

Why This Quixotic March Was Just What We Needed

Sitting inside Washington, DC’s National Cathedral, gazing at the soaring ceiling and intricate stained glass, I felt something I have not felt in a long time: the suspicion—no, the knowledge—that I was witnessing greatness. It was not the greatness of Jesus or Moses. Nor was it the greatness of presidents and other dignitaries who have sat in these ver…