I wrote this while we were visiting religious sites in southern Spain. I had noticed that tourists in the buildings were either holding their cell phones up high, or cradling them and staring at the small screens. They reminded me of the varieties of religious expression captured in the sculpture and paintings that we were looking at.

The Ecstatics, their hands and heads raised to the ceiling, phones recording the look of bliss on their faces while capturing another landmark to prove they exist.

And the Penitents, sitting, with phones in their cupped hands and heads bowed, reviewing their photos and contemplating their sins: the selfie from the bar the night before, singing in the street. How did I look?