The Christ that emerges from Mark, tramping through the haphazard events of his life, had a ringing intensity about him that I could not resist. He spoke to me through his isolation, through the burden of his death, through his rage at the mundane, through his sorrow.... The Christ that the church offers us, the bloodless placid Saviour--the man benignly smiling at a group of children, or calmly serenely hanging from the Cross denies Christ his potent, humanity offering up a figure we can perhaps praise but never relate to...."