He Of Little Faith

Hitch's latest, on the people praying for him. Delightful reading, though it reveals (again) he's embarrassingly ignorant of the actual content of Christian faith, and makes too much of the fact that believers are a bunch of jackasses. (Dude: the premise of Christianity is that we're jackasses. Who is not a jackass is not in need of a Savior.)  He quotes at length a choice example of jackassery from some dude who thinks cancer is God's vengeance, and good riddance. But Hitch himself provides the best reason to hope for his recovery.
what if I pulled through and the pious faction contentedly claimed that their prayers had been answered? That would somehow be irritating.
He also offers a short but moving account of Francis Collins' medical ministrations to him, and in Collins we find actual Christianity at work.