**You write about a “carnal” Christianity. And I think of Manet’s painting at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Dead Christ with Angels. Seeing it was the first time I thought of Christ as real — real enough to be a corpse.
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I didn’t get Jesus either. I came in on the Holy Spirit, this vague force for benevolence. When I got baptized, I thought Jesus had too many barnacles. He was not a smart guy. He was unnecessarily ****ed up. Then I did thirty weeks of St. Ignatius’s spiritual exercises, and I got a sense of Jesus as a human unit.