Jan 5, 2020
5 min read
Laughing At Jesus
When Belief Feels Like a Burden
The afternoon light filters through the vertical blinds into a large open waiting area. From my seat I can see a small, dark room labeled “Chapel.” No one seems to enter or exit the chapel other than the occasional priest.
The priests I see scurrying about fascinate me with their black clothing and their white collars. I appreciate that you can tell who…
