Paris in June is every bit as cinematic as you’d expect. The language lilts. The cafés spill onto sunlit sidewalks. And if you’re blessed (as I was) to be walking it all with someone you love, the magic only multiplies. But this particular trip wasn’t about amour. It was about sunscreen. And grace. But mostly, it was about reapplication.

And that’s when it hit me: it’s the same with faith. Let me explain.