On Good Friday 2013, I got in my truck and started driving. I had some serious thinking to do. Over the next three days, alone with my thoughts, I covered more than a thousand miles—all the way from my home in southern New Jersey to Detroit, Michigan, and back.
I must have stopped at a dozen Catholic churches. Their tall steeples and crosses stuck out from afar, drawing me to go inside. Although I...
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