Through the small oval window my view is dominated by a slab of aluminum sweeping away from the cylindrical fuselage in which I and several dozen other passengers are suspended in mid-air. This is faith. I am tempted to question how a slender wing can possibly support the weight of...

My oldest son loves stories of knights and dragons, but he drew the line a few nights ago as we read to him the tale of Odysseus and the Cyclops from The Odyssey of Homer. The terrifying one-eyed giant devouring Odysseus’ hapless crewmates brought my son to tears. He couldn’t...