A year or so ago, I sat down and read the four Gospels in one fell swoop and somehow the jaggedness of some of it shook my faith, which maybe was based more on visuals—Jesus tending his flock, and little children gathered at his knee, sunbeams bursting through storm clouds, and so forth—and then I read about how the early church cobbled the Scriptures together, which has to raise doubts in anyone’s mind. The Jews got stone tablets and the Mormons arranged for an angel to bring them their holy text, but ours was hammered out through a long contentious political process, sort of like the tax code, and that’s something you don’t care to know more about.

Moving: Garrison Keillor, of whom I have been an unabashed fan of since childhood and I will fight you on that*, turns in an essay on skepticism and faith (h/t Ben).

Weirdly moving: Mike Huckabee on the Obama/Wright flap (“In fact, I may have had more of a chip on my shoulder had it been me”; h/t Radley Balko).

Less moving: Steve Dahl checks in with another column on the logistical difficulties of having way more money and things than you do. This time: airline miles! As I’ve said before, less Dahl, more puppies.


*Do not tell me about Minnesota Nice and how Keillor’s work is Lite NPR Yuppie entertainment. “A Prairie Home Companion” derives its name from a cemetery, for reasons that are obvious if you watch the recent movie; Lake Wobegon Days is as good an American bildungsroman as anyone’s written. I’ll stand by pretty much all this work from the radio show’s creation up until the NYC/American Radio Company of the Air thing.