Between Thor and the Holy Ghost

I was baptized, took communion, and once spent a week at a Christian summer camp scheming how to smuggle drinks into the woods after dark. That about sums up my credentials. Ours was a household that hedged its bets. A little Norse. A little gospel. The kind of arrangement where Thor and the Holy Ghost might have bumped into each other in the hallway. We went to church when the spirit moved us, which was less often than the spirit probably hoped. I wouldn't call myself a good Christian by any measure of knowledge. By conduct, I did alright. I tried to treat folks fairly. Tried to tell the truth. Tried to stay loyal to the people who had earned it and to hold out hope that most people, given the chance, would do right. That's about as far as my theology went. Still, Jesus has a way of turning up. He was on the WWJD bracelets every kid wore in the 2000s. He was in the end-zone prayers of every athlete who scored a touchdown. He was the quiet answer to questions I hadn't thought to ask.…