I must confess I never read the story of the Master’s death, knowing what I do of the pain of crucifixion, without deep anguish. To carry two faces under one hat is very common. The deserts, where the sand is always shifting, where if the traveler once loses his bearings he is doomed to certain death, with the vulture’s maw as his only sepulchre. So many people have a “lean to” religion. If their minister, or some other leading person, were taken away, their back wall would be gone, and they would