In June, I wrote about possibly having lunch with a woman from my church to talk over our political differences. I didn’t have illusions about changing her mind, but I hoped I would come to understand a little about why we hold such divergent views. Thus far, we have met for lunch twice. I am now cognizant of some of the sources that support and inform her ideas, but I am not any closer to understanding her—nor, I imagine, is she to understanding me. And yet, out of our conve