Bruce Charlton has an endearing post (I hope he doesn’t mind us calling it endearing) about the possibility of some hidden Christian pre-history for his native soil.
As I grow older, I find this kind of thing more likely. Marriages, friendships, cultures, projects–they all have an inner life and meaning that isn’t accessible to observers. A demand that our history be open and public and accessible is a demand that it not be true.
I have also come to believe in the hidden Christianity of many human hearts. The Great God Tash often crouches, and pounces, and shakes his mane.