The first thing God did not see as good in the Garden of Eden had nothing to do with sin, but loneliness. Even with all the animals surrounding him...

His hands were bumpy and bent, creased and crumpled. Years of rheumatism did the damage. Fingers hung at strange angles, never to straighten again...

Over thirty years ago, I would unlock the doors to an old gymnasium attached to a parish in a run-down sector of my college town. The parish priest...