Imbued with Christianity

I'm sitting at a cafe in Nashville waiting to meet my second couchsurfing host. The kind of coffee shop whose Berkeley equivalent would be mostly vegan. The decor wreaks of revolutionary spirit. But when you look a little closer you see that the paintings on the wall, though avant guarde, have names like "The Fall of the Lord" and "Jesus Christo."

We are across the street from a small liberal arts college with a focus on the arts. So the clientele is almost exclusively college students. It has been a few hours, and I can think of at least three different conversations on religion--a sermon, or making plans around going to mass.