Around ten years ago, I participated in a week-long writing workshop at Washington DCâ€™s National Cathedral with three powerful authors. Each had influenced me.
Nora Gallagher, Lauren Winner, and Barbara Brown Taylor are insightful writers. Their essays, sermons, memoirs, and novels have dived deeply into the Christian faith. And yet, I also private dubbed them my . . .Â â€œBond women!â€ Am I suggesting they could starâ€”scantily clad and cleverly deviousâ€”in a film where the iconic British spy might seduce them?
As with every story, sermon, or parable, itâ€™s the context that matters. But, before I contextualize, let me tease. Near the conclusion of this wild caper, one of my â€œBond womenâ€ and I will eventually rendezvous with a Pakistani-American. In a taxi. On the way to an international airport. (Cue the menacing soundtrack.) Continue reading →