One of a small collection of random memories of experiences that affected my spiritual perspective.
When The DaVinci Code came out, several of my students (knowing I was a practicing, knowledgeable Catholic) asked me if I was planning on reading it. One student in particular, a fellow devote Catholic, was very wary of reading the book even though all of her friends had read it and raved about it. One day, she stayed after class and asked me if I would be bothered by the premise of the book. I responded that since I hadn't read it, I really didn't know the story. She explained that the theory promoted in the book was that Jesus and Mary Magdalene were married and had children, cringing as she said it. "Wouldn't that bother you? That whole idea?" I thought about it for a moment... only a moment... before I said, "Whether Jesus was married, had children, had a beard... honestly, whether he resurrected from the dead... none of that changes the example His life set for me; none of that changes the effect His words have on my heart."