One of my favorite “Catholic stories” is about the time the Southern writer Flannery O’Conner was taken by the poet Robert Lowell to a dinner gathering with the well-known author, Mary McCarthy, a proud “lapsed” Catholic.
A co-worker left me a message the other day. He was disturbed and disheartened by the lack of moral rectitude that underlies the polarization defining us as a country these days and thoroughly disgusted with the slimy folk many of our lawmakers have become. To respond I was forced to try and sort it all out and, I must admit, I have been unable to do so completely.