It was too much to hope for, I guess, but I would've liked to have seen House embrace some sort of theism. I would've been happy if he'd simply admitted to the supernatural. It wouldn't have stretched credibility. He was, after all, confronted time after time with the wonder of life and the reality of faith. While I've no idea what sort of religion, if any, the producers of the show have, they didn't shy away from depictions of religious people. House put them down, but they never descended to his level. Usually, these characters walked away stronger in their beliefs than before. 

The show prided itself on being true-to-life. "Everybody lies," said House. His show certainly didn't flinch from the theological, existential truth that there is none righteous. If its creators faltered, if they didn't get this poor wretch closer to God—close enough to suit people like me anyway--it doesn't erase grace or conversion from human experience. Yes, a puzzle stranger than any medical mystery House ever faced remains a blessed fact of life. I speak of that mystery, that phenomenon of which even atheists still sing: 

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me 
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see.  

*Gary D. Robinson is a preacher and writer in Xenia, OH. 

**This Review First Published 5/25/2012