A Brief Resurrection
By MARY JOHNSON
Published: March 29, 2013 | NY Times Magazine
I was sitting next to my husband in our neighborhood pub on a spring afternoon, munching on fish and chips. I reached for my beer and looked out the window, and there he was: a 30-something fellow in a scruffy beard. My ex-husband.
I felt my breath catch, my heart race. What was he thinking, showing up in my town, the New England city that felt so free because it held no memories of him? As he passed the window, his red robe slipped a little, revealing his collarbone. He was weighed down, lugging a cross along Main Street. Through the glass, I heard a familiar hymn: “At the cross, her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping, for our Savior, crucified.”
It was Mother Teresa who introduced me to the concept of Jesus as my husband....