This morning, my husband sent me off to spend a few quiet hours by myself.
After the reading part of my morning gave way to the errands part, I had time to think while driving alongside the ocean.
I thought about the most surprising aspect of my recent political journey: becoming, after decades mostly fluctuating between atheism and agnosticism, Christian again.
I can’t yet explain the connection between reading these horrifying things and being assured of some greater grace binding us all together. It seems counterintuitive, even to me.
Someday, I might try. For now, though, I have other things to learn and places to focus my time and efforts.
So for now, I’ll sit in the sunshine next to my Santa-hat-wearing seven-year-old and simply say, be yours secular or religious: