A note from the editor: A couple of weeks ago I read a play called The Christians by Lucas Hnath. It’s about a pastor who, in accordance with his own changing beliefs, one day preaches to his congregation that there is no Hell, which ends up causing a big schism in his congregation as people try to grapple with what the universe would look like without the idea of Hell. He begins this initial sermon with his desire to talk with God, “I have a powerful urge to communicate with you, but I find the distance between us insurmountable.” He then later remarks, “We put the distance there. When we shun our neighbors, when we judge our friends, when we look down at people from other places and other religions, we create an insurmountable distance where there is no distance at all.” I liked this play for many reasons. It felt complicated and sticky, not unlike my own self, and there was no clear resolution in the end. There was only distance. Distance that could continue to g...
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