I was asked to tell the church congregation in 3 minutes: 1. What was the biggest spiritual event in my life 2. How does church fit in to that. Here's what I said: ============= Nine years ago, my friend and kindred spirit, Arjan, died in my arms as I performed CPR on him. It was the pivotal moment of my life. I put my mouth over his. His lips were soft and slippery with blood, snot and saliva and his whiskers scratched and poked my lips. I could taste the salt of his sweat, the garlic he ate for lunch. His white hard teeth clicked against mine. I breathed into his lungs. I watched the color drain out of his eyes, his eyes that would not close. Arjan was a beloved friend, beloved because he was a mirror into my own soul. He and I spent many hours flying our paragliders over the Santa Rita Mountains, watching the sun sink behind Baboquivari, Elephant Head burning orange in the alpenglow, the clouds changing colors, pastels on LSD. One day Narcissus wakes up by the lakeside and disco...