I realize sons of preachers have always been problematical items but as a child I never once thought asking Jesus into my heart meant the dear Lord would take up residence in that fist-sized muscle thrumming in my chest. When I hear young people these days sweating blood over that kind of salvation language I whisper What in the world? Maybe people lose their wonder virginity even younger nowadays leaving them unable to listen to the nature of nature. I don’t know. When as a boy I took the Man of Sorrows in it was as if I waded into a river, a slow and stately wind across the sky, an endless sea of grass.