Over the last few days a number of people have talked to me about the things i write for the paper. They all came from radically different theological perspectives: avowed atheists, a buddhist, a [self-described] raving pentecostalist, a progressive christian, a run of the mill orthodox christian. They all told me how much my words spoke for them. ‘Like words coming out of my own mouth’, said one. ‘It’s like you’re reading my mind’, said another.
I’m slightly horrified by the part of me that wants to cry all of them off, to say that i must be a really bad writer because, if they think we agree, then obviously i’m not communicating what i mean at all.
A much nicer reading of it is that we all actually have surprising amounts in common.