“I think of the man who was so gentle with the woman at the well or the woman who touched the hem of his robe. I think of him scandalously washing the feet of his disciples, scandalously (and yet so movingly) calling out to the God who seemed to have abandoned him. I think of the heroic composure with which he accepted his fate. And I want nothing more in life than to know this man, to have his presence in my heat, to be strong enough to stake my entire existence on the reality of his.” - Christian Wiman, “November 27,” in Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian (New York: HarperCollins, 2026), 177.