On assignments for other stories I've often come across the followers of traditional Christianity. I'm interested in the point where belief and everyday life collide. I started by picturing Ethiopian priests who became rebel fighters against a murderous regime. This is a journey not yet complete. Along the way I met middle-class Catholics who climbed hills barefoot seeking visions of the Virgin Mary in Bosnia Herzegovina. Palestinian choirboys sang "Ave Maria" at the gates of Jerusalem. The poorest people in San Fernando flailed themselves with glass and a few had themselves crucified. There always seems to be blood in the background.