of our church–and I also supposed that God and safety were synonymous.The word “safety” brings us to the real meaning of the word “religious” as we use it. I supposed Him to exist only within the walls of a church-in fact. I use the word “religious” in the common, and arbitrary, sense, meaning that I then discovered God, His saints and angels, and His blazing Hell.Īnd since I had been born in a Christian nation, I accepted this Deity as the only one. I UNDERWENT, during the summer that I became fourteen, a prolonged religious crisis.
Down at the Cross originally appeared in The New Yorker under the title Letter from a Region in My Mindĭown where for cleansing from sin I cried,
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