He was a good man. Of his time, of his subculture, of his epistemology. He was no less faithful according to his beliefs than anyone, more than most by far in fact. A totally credible follower of Christ. Again, rational according to his lights and even by the mores, beliefs of the larger culture, most superstitious Victorian England. His story is easy to deconstruct and reconstruct rationally. Just like Maggie’s. If you need to believe it all as divine intervention, for your faith, as a result of your faith, that’s perfectly understandable. I don’t any more. My faith isn’t dependent on such accounts, none of which withstand rational, psychological, forensic deconstruction. They cannot be reconstructed with disinterested, scientific methods concluding with supernatural activity. They can easily be reconstructed parsimoniously without it. I would love it to ever be otherwise.