I’ve previously written about my wonderful experience with young monks in Ethiopia. This picture is of an adult devotee walking in a rock-hewn church illuminated by the early morning sun. Like the centuries-old church he is aged and weathered, but moves with purpose and has a defined function in his religion. It must be particularly comforting to have a role and place in the world as one reaches the twilight of life. Surely, he has worked and struggled over the years to occupy it.