“Do you ever doubt?” I asked both Susan and Brother Brendan. It is a question I often ask of the devout, and I can always guess the answer within seconds of posing it. For those who have doubted, a flash of warm recognition spreads across their faces, as if they’ve just discovered we share an alma mater, a hobby, or an old friend. Those who haven’t look back at me perplexed, like I’ve begun speaking Swahili.
