Bill taught me that loving God is about more than reading Summas and other documents with a sterile and scrupulous heart.
There is no reason why the Christianity which built Chartres Cathedral and conquered the empires of the New World should be incapable of taking us to the stars.
The high-water-mark of American civil religion was probably the 1939 film Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. Jimmy Stewart plays the titular Mr. Smith, appointed by a feckless governor to fill an empty Senate seat. Once in Washington, Smith is forced to confront a corrupt political machine centered, to his horror,
There once was a boy, in a basket he lay. “There’s no baby here,” his mother would say. His mother said, “I love you, baby dear, But you are not safe here.” In the river she placed him, in his tiny boat. His sister asked, “Will he float?” The princess