Chapter 8: The One True Cathedral

I meet two angels, wake in the night to wrestle with Lilliputians, and find myself singing gospel and speaking in tongues. Oh, and almost forgot: boot problems.

That afternoon my pilgrim hosts had offered me a drink when I arrived, and they sat me in their largest sofa chair. There was a brief conversational vacuum for a moment or two. All I could think about was my blister. I was incapable of moving the conversation in any direction without stopping to remove a mental sock and staring at the thing.

But then I c…