I had a very disturbing conversation about a year ago. A person told me that they liked this parish. They liked the windows and the artwork. They liked the preaching and the music. But they were not going to stay at this parish, and they told me the reason. The person said to me, “You just have too many Mexicans.”
April is the cruelest month...” When I used to teach T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Wasteland” to North Carolina high school students, they always stopped right there at the first line in consternation.