Can I really reinvent myself, maybe by moving out west to California? Just what is a self anyhow? And where can I find one? Christians used to know what a self was. It was our soul, and we could neither invent it nor reinvent it. It was immortal, the gift of God to every human being.
I love looking at old photographs; it’s the closest thing to time travel that I know. I find myself staring at century-old black and white photos taken on the streets of large cities. I look at the people. I search their faces, wondering what was going on in their minds. Often they are turning toward the camera—an item that was much less