and rage-filled conversation with the absent God. “You have let me down. You have put me through hell this week and uncovered a lot of buried conflict. I felt led to Our Lady of Vladimir—and for what? The retreat is over tomorrow, and I have no sign that I can trust you.” I curse God for forty-five minutes. “Lord, I have just lost my faith in you! That means that my job as a priest goes with it, and much of the rest of my life. You bastard, trickster-God, you phony, non-existent thug! You are not even