The Hungry Spirit
Can we talk about leaf blowers?
'His grave is out past the cedar tree," says the woman in the abbey gift shop. It is an icy Monday morning on the back roads of Kentucky's bluegrass country.
When I want to see live gospel stories, I go to the Amoco station at 14th and Euclid in my Washington, D.C. neighborhood.
"Do you believe in hell?" a friend asked.
What follows is an imprecise, and likely inaccurate, interpretation of the prologue to the gospel of Mark.