A Moment of Clarity On Memorial Day, 1974, an itinerant drunk named Pablo made a spiritual discovery. Hunkered on a highway west of the Palouse, he glimpsed a life in disarray, shorn of insight, heading nowhere and running scared... It takes a moment to recognize a life as your own. One thing is certain: that turning point, without light or air, from which he'd struggle as from an undertow, was in fact a divine panic: terror not of heartbreak or brain seizure, but of spiritual death, the heart vacant and staggering without purpose. On that point he's definite. Sick, broke, without future, at...
A Moment of Clarity On Memorial Day, 1974, an itinerant drunk named Pablo made a spiritual discovery. Hunkered on a highway west of the Palouse, he gl...