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In the beginning, Matthew Crawford believed in nothing.
âThe question of God wasnât even on the radar,â the best-selling author told me.
He was 8 when his parents split, and he followed his mother to a Hindu ashram in Oakland, California. There were trips to India; upstate New York; Miami Beach, Florida; Santa Monica, California. It never stuck.
Like his mother, Crawford, now 59, was always searching. He felt unsure of who he was or should beâhow to be happy, what it meant to be a man.
In the 1990s, he was a graduate student at The University of Chicago, where he studied Greek philosophy and embraced his agnosticismââthe preferred position of modern people,â he said, half-jokingly.
âI was impressed, as a young man, with Nietzscheâs critique of Christianity,â he said. The German philosopher saw religion as little more than a âslave moralityââa crutch for the weak and cowardly.
But then, in 2016, Saint Margaretâs Anglican Church, in Winnipeg, Canada, invited Crawford to give a talk about âthe crisis of attention,â the subject of his latest book at the time. Thatâs when Marilyn Simon, a Shakespeare scholar and a church member, came into his life.
It was, he said, âthe classic story you hear of conversion.â
Simon was smart and striking, Crawford said, and she was âoverflowing with a kind of generous strength.â The source of that strength was her faith.
Suddenly, in this lovely, faraway churchâfestooned with stained-glass windows and mahogany pews and a baby grand piano and crosses dedicated to the memory of those congregants killed in the world warsâCrawford, who was going through a divorce back home in Virginia, could glimpse a new future. One that included Simon. And, maybe, God.