True. There is a beautiful Jesus. He is frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef. How desperately he wanted to pull his arms in! How desperately I touch his vertical and horizontal axes! But I can't. Need is not quite belief.

Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry and He said, Oh Lord, send down a short-order cook.

Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love.

For forty days, for forty nights Jesus put one foot in front of the other and the man he carried, if it was a man, became heavier and heavier.

We are all writing God's poem.