It’s Holy Week. This is no time to be timid. It’s time to long. To groan. To ache. To mourn. To hunger. Most of the time, I live life too timidly, with tempered desire. Why this resistance to longing, hungering, desiring? For one, desire feels dangerous. If I tap into my longings, won’t I be tempted to indulge in those familiar sins that could wreck me like they have before? When I give desire...