Almost a decade ago, the bosses of the newspaper where I worked sent me out on assignment: Go to Indiana to cover the execution of Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVeigh.
I’d covered death a thousand times before. And I had grown steely cold to it, for it was the only way I knew to survive it.
But this pilgrimage eastward was different. This death was scheduled, and the idea of seeing a killer face-to-face before his heart stopped cold sent my own heart pounding.
Would you head over to The High Calling with me today where I tell the rest of the story? Join the conversation and tell me: What would you have done differently? It’s O.K. You won’t hurt my feelings! I value the exchange of ideas.