“Have you found Jesus?” An earnest young woman with braids and a crocheted poncho holds a pamphlet directly in my path. I’m pushing a canvas bin containing my suitcase, all my toiletries, and everything I expect to need for a semester on campus across the quadrangle in the direction of the girls’ dorm, where Rick placed me. “I didn’t know he was lost,” I quip, and her eyes narrow as she turns away with a scoff. I call after her, “Jesus would’ve laughed at that.”
