Another Sunday. For some, the day to rest, for some to work, for some to go to church, for some to question religion. Every day of the week is a little like this day, this Sunday, but we call them all by different names.
Does casually calling them by name…acting as though they are our peers or that they belong to us…help us understand the world any better?
We take comfort in the familiar; we know Sundays, we know how they behave and how to behave in their presence. The world might be a more frightening place if we called this day by another name, say “Rage” or “Corruption.”