In his essay in our new book, “The Desert Dark,” Ruben Martinez shuttles us back and forth between his own journey into the dark night of the (dry) soul, and that of refugees crossing the desert borderlands at night:
“My greatest challenge was to find that place where the God of the desert dwells. As I read more Christian monastic history–St Anthony suffering in solitude the assault of demons in his cave—I began to sense that alongside wanting to be a witness to the migrant jouney, I was also seeking spirit. Indeed, the immigrants themselves had been telling me about it all along. Their journey was a pilgrimage across the desert. Every step in the wilderness was an act of faith.”
