Tweaking Jesus’s Nipple & Other Divine Encounters
“Jamie, can I ask you something?” Jimmy, a friend of ours who had been living on the streets for some time, was being unusually cautious with me. We were sitting in our living room, gathered for our weekly potluck of the Little Flowers Community. As an adventurous hitchhiker, we never knew when he would show up, but we were always pleased when he’d stop by.