Three emotions pass
through me as I read the ongoing coverage of the leadership collapse in
the Archdiocese of St. Paul and Minneapolis: sadness, revulsion and
hopefulness.
Sadness because my upbringing, education and philosophical underpinnings are all Catholic. Catholic grade school, high school and the University of Notre Dame provided 16 consecutive years of Catholic influence, leaving me with a sense that the priesthood was my calling. The church was steeped in tradition, art, history and had a global infrastructure that I found a neat complement to the United Nations. The daily Latin mass was a mysterious ritual, especially to this curious altar boy. I still have my Mass card and can by rote respond to the priest's cues.
http://www.postbulletin.com/opinion/al-depman-archdiocese-turmoil-stirs-series-of-personal-emotions/article_34c8a36d-c3c5-569e-9a3b-a5abfbacba1f.html
Sadness because my upbringing, education and philosophical underpinnings are all Catholic. Catholic grade school, high school and the University of Notre Dame provided 16 consecutive years of Catholic influence, leaving me with a sense that the priesthood was my calling. The church was steeped in tradition, art, history and had a global infrastructure that I found a neat complement to the United Nations. The daily Latin mass was a mysterious ritual, especially to this curious altar boy. I still have my Mass card and can by rote respond to the priest's cues.
http://www.postbulletin.com/opinion/al-depman-archdiocese-turmoil-stirs-series-of-personal-emotions/article_34c8a36d-c3c5-569e-9a3b-a5abfbacba1f.html