I’ve zero interest in being a red letter christian or a common good christian or whatever other bastardization some feel crucial to crossfit the old faith, tone it hard for our dark new world. If the over articulate is the enemy of the erotic could this not also threaten the desired agapic? No, call me Christian – the one word that means little Christ. This feels earthlingly possible, that with Christ’s help I might achieve small feats of uncommon graceness on the human scale. Yes, Christian. I want to be swept away by this, this noun I daily bear, this my light burden.