What keeps me up at night? Well… many things. But most recently and most mysteriously, it’s the caffeinated drink of hospitality that I share with refugee families during home visits: the quintessential cup of sweetened coffee. Being a rare graduate student who prefers sleep and water to stay awake, caffeine really gets to me, a shot of new life into an already energetic day. What are the jolts to waken, wide-eyed, our spiritual lives? Where can we look for them? Where can they find us? Are we going there? Again and again?