Looking for the Old Man

There is a literature that thrives on faith. What it substitutes for make-believe is an invitation in the direction of true faith. Even imagination, throughout, is in the service of faith. There is no need, so far as I can see, to give a particular name to that literature. If we were to call it evangelical literature, we would be totally misunderstood. All the same, it is never entirely removed from – and possibly quite intimately linked to – the truth that has become flesh.