My father was a Baptist preacher, and he used to read the King James Bible to me every single morning. He made me memorize it and repeat verses at night before I went to sleep.

Whether we're looking at the burial box of St. James, a fragment of the True Cross, the Shroud of Turin, or some bones supposedly belonging to John the Baptist, there is always excitement and distrust, faith and doubt.

If I have to filibuster on the Senate floor, I'll even read the King James Bible until the wall is funded.

I still have deep respect for the evangelical tradition and feel, in many ways, close to the Baptist roots of my childhood, although I've been an Episcopalian throughout my adult life and a regular churchgoer.

A native speaker of English who has never read a word of the King James Bible is verging on the barbarian.

The whole point of the Resurrection stories - and the Resurrection itself - is that we don't recognize Jesus when he comes back to us.