By Casey N. Cep
Continued from yesterday.
Years passed and fewer and fewer folks compared me to Reynolds Price, but I found myself returning to his work in 2011, the year he died. Price passed in January and that summer I served as hospital chaplain. Within a week of starting at the hospital, I went looking for one of Price’s books. After A Palpable God, Price had mostly left religion alone, writing novels, stories, plays, and even a little advertising copy.
While his characters experienced spirituality and interrogated belief, Price himself went years before wrestling with his own angels. He called the ordeal that returned his pen to matters of faith “a mid-life collision with cancer and paralysis.” [Read more…]