Ash Wednesday finds me as it finds many of us this year—distracted, anxious, and perhaps slightly more inclined than usual to reflect on my mortality. At the same time, I’m attempting in my small way to apply the moral of C. S. Lewis’s apt essay “On Living in an Atomic Age”: “If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it c…
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