I still go to a Christian priory for retreats.

Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.

The Christian use of religion as a personal love affair both shocked me, and attracted me.

For some years I deserted religion in favour of Marxism. The republic of goodness seemed more attainable than the Kingdom of God.

Because of my Marxism, I was not into myths or miracles, whether it was the virgin birth, the physical resurrection or casting out demons from an epileptic.

The real evidence for Jesus and Christianity is in how Jesus and the Christianity based on him manifest themselves in the lives of practicing Christians.

I began to see that my problems, seen spiritually, were really my soul's plusses.