Samaritan's Song

When I went to college and first met the man who would later become my husband, he was a committed atheist.

I was a committed Christian.  And yet in spite of our differences – or perhaps because of them – the two of us talked about faith and spirituality a lot. 

That’s in no small part due to the fact that we took upper-level philosophy courses together.  In class we analyzed Plato and Nietzsche and Kierkegaard and Foucault and pondered questions about existence and nature and the purpose of it all; those questions naturally followed us after the seminars ended.  We debated.  We argued.  We shared our experiences as we developed a friendship.

But it wasn’t just a philosophy thing.  In college, those kinds of conversations were the norm for most people I knew.   I shared my literature classes with three English majors to whom I grew close: a chain-smoking…

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