No One’s Better at Doubt and Despair than Pastors
Whatever sense belief makes of death, it has to incorporate its self-evident reality, not deny it
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Save Marilynne Robinson’s Rev. Ames in Gilead or the Rev. Mclean in A River Runs Through It, the clergymen of literature skew heavy towards the phony, contemptible, and intellectually incurious. Indeed they’re a not insignificant reason that t…