If I’m truthful, before all this happened I’d actually stopped wrestling with questions of religion. In typical middle-aged fashion, I guess I thought I’d reached all the religious conclusions I was going to, and was comfortable with a faith I called ”˜liberal Christian’ but was disinclined to probe. The accident changed all that, for, faced with Charlie’s miracle, I’ve found myself increasingly compelled to re-think my understanding of what it means to be Christian.
