While I was reading a bit of Diarmaid MacCulloch’s mammoth history, Christianity, my five-year-old son Moses walked up, pointed to the image of Christ on the cover, and said, “Why does he have a boo-boo?” “Well,” I said, “remember how Jesus died on a cross? They nailed his hands to the beam. And then they stabbed him here” — pointing to the gash by his ribs — “in the side.” “Is that him dead?” “No,” I said, “that’s Jesus resurrected.”... Read more