I practiced whirling when I lived in India. Every day at noon, the erotic, evocative music would enliven the meditation hall where the regulars and the beginners like me would gather. There was no formal instruction, and no one cared about doing it the “right”...

I’m sure like everyone I had a variety of responses while reading this week’s materials: excitement, disbelief, curiosity, and not-good-enough because I’ll never achieve a rainbow body or any other sort of incredible death. Intellectually, it is invigorating to imagine that a technology for Jesus’s...