Yesterday, I received word he died.
The last time I saw him was a couple years ago for dinner.
His memory was failing, but his spirit was still present.
When I was in college, he brought me to Jesus.
Not by thumping the Bible or threatening damnation, but by opening the door to a way of thinking about God and faith and social justice I had not known before knowing him. Here’s the story.
“You know he was Roman Catholic.
And a monk.
And lived in a monastery.
And took a vow of silence.”
I don’t know what happened to it.
Another of the mentors in my life has passed away.