This week I learned that Thich Nhat Hahn died. Though truthfully I hadn’t thought of him in years, I felt an immediate, deep sadness at his loss. Many years ago, at a time of intense spiritual searching when I was expressing my questions about Christianity and a curiosity about the spiritual tradition of Buddhism (I was growing up in Japan), a pastor recommended that I read the book “Living Buddha, Living Christ." Looking at the date of publication, I realize now that the book was hot off the press at the time.