Back on Tuesday, a devoutly Catholic friend of mine at the Patent Office, who would no doubt be delighted if I were to convert, said that I should look up Saint Maximilian Kolbe, and spelled the last name.
“I’ve read about him,” I said. “He was incredible.”
After a moment, I asked, “Is this his feast day or something?”
My friend confirmed that it was (August 14).
And then, in the few days after August 14, the news was full of reports and opinion columns about what has come to light in Pennsylvania; not only did some priests molest children, but the Catholic hierarchy covered up for them, and made it possible for appalling evildoers to continue their careers and molest more children. Again.
Sigh.
“I’ve read about him,” I said. “He was incredible.”
After a moment, I asked, “Is this his feast day or something?”
My friend confirmed that it was (August 14).
And then, in the few days after August 14, the news was full of reports and opinion columns about what has come to light in Pennsylvania; not only did some priests molest children, but the Catholic hierarchy covered up for them, and made it possible for appalling evildoers to continue their careers and molest more children. Again.
Sigh.