That he still bore scars is what I’ve always thought so beautiful. It’s what’s intrigued me more than almost anything else all these years about the story so many celebrate at Easter all over the world, believers, half-believers, unbelievers too. The story of resurrection, the idea of it, the hope of it.
I was in Paris this past week; we visited the Musée d’Orsay. Mostly I wanted to see Van Gogh; some of his paintings are on the top floor of that museum.