Sometimes I think I have this thing for monks and nuns! I realize with all that’s going on in our world, that statement could get me in trouble! Minimally, it sounds fishy. But I mean it. I am not sure exactly when it was that I met my first monk or nun. I know it was not growing up through high school. We barely had any Catholics in the rural area that I called home. So it would be college time, at least. There is not doubt my religious world expanded significantly in my college days. I went to college in the south, so suddenly there were many Baptists in my life! I also began to make friends with Episcopalians, Catholics and all their cousins who could teach this Quaker boy a thing or two about liturgy. I made friends with Jews and knowingly made friends with Muslims. My world was getting much bigger. But I don’t remember meeting a monk or a nun. However, I do remember reading about monks and...