As the feast of the Portiuncula approaches each August 2, I find myself returning to the small chapel where Francis first gathered his brothers and where Clare stepped into the life of the Gospel. This year, I want to bring that memory home — not to Assisi, not to a congress hall, but to the cotidiano: the ordinary, unremarkable ground where most of us actually live our faith. What does a thirteenth‑century friar’s walk into a Sultan’s camp, or a papal gathering of religious leaders, have to...