My friend Ken Ireland, one of my smarter friends, observed recently that there is no God. And that Mary is his mother. I said, oh my. That’s the truth of the matter. The deep intimation of the spiritual life in this world of tears. The doors and windows that opens for us. And he said, “James. It’s a quote from George Santayana.” Why has no one told me about George Santayana before? While somewhere along the line I... Read more