
This week’s guest post is an excerpt from Ian Morgan Cron’s acclaimed book Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me: A Memoir…of Sorts. Seriously, it’s acclaimed. It has 101 5-star reviews on Amazon, and Publishers Weekly called it “Redemptive and consoling with bright moments of humor…this story is chock-full of sacredness and hope. Cron is one of only a few spirituality authors who could articulate these themes as poignantly.” Ian is also the author of Chasing Francis: A Pilgrim’s Tale, spoke at the Storyline Conference last spring, and is currently completing his doctorate at Fordham University in Christian spirituality. You can visit him at IanCron.com and follow him on Twitter here. *** My fellow first graders and I processed down the nave to receive our First Communion while a woman sang “Ave Maria” with a vibrato that could have been picked up on police radar. I remember almost nothing of the Mass itself except Bishop Dalrymple distributing the consecrated Hosts. He was corpulent, his cheeks and jowls glazed with perspiration, and he was lightly wheezing. He looked like he would have paid a hundred bucks to get out of his clericals, go home, put his tired feet up, pop open [...]









