As someone reared in a religion that doesn’t exactly thrive on theological debate, I’m encouraged whenever a serious controversy breaks out over something like the Gospel of Judas—or even a less serious one over something like “The Da Vinci Code.” Having once held but then lost the comfort of a strong faith, I’m just short of obsessed with matters of the soul. I envy the certitude both of those convinced they know the will of the divine and of those convinced that there is no divine. Impassioned argument over the history and shape of Christianity—which, for all its merits, too often can seem pinched and unreasonable in what it demands that its adherents accept on faith—offers a comforting reminder that I’m hardly alone in my uncertainty. --Michelle

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