I’m traveling in India these days, which means that I’m enjoying a lovely respite from going to church. There’s no denying it. At least, denying it would only be another act of inauthenticity by which many of us church-goers live. Church is largely a chore, aggravating and exhausting, which I undertake once a week because I have received from my parents a religious tradition, elements of which I have come to own for myself, as parts of myself, and dear... Read more