How we live now
It’s 10:30 p.m. in the emergency room in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. Across from me sit two men, one rubbing the other trying to comfort him, the way a man tries to comfort his woman. I am here due to my wife, but I think I may puke. Observing such as this, I lose any hope that society can be saved.
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Kevin H. writes:
I fully understand Doug H.’s comments, but I would like to relate to you an experience of the opposite variety I had on Sunday evening. One far more heartwarming and optimistic.
Posted by Lawrence Auster at March 06, 2012 11:29 PM | Send
The university right next to where I live has an “interfaith centre” which hosts Catholic masses throughout the week. On Sundays during Lent there is a special 7:30 PM Mass, which I attended Sunday last. To my chagrin, only 10 persons attended, 11 if you count the priest.
Being such a small congregation it was easy to strike up a group conversation directly afterwards. As the priest introduced us to each other, I was astonished to find that one young lady was to receive her first communion on Easter Sunday ( a new convert,) another young lady was in the process of converting prior to getting married, and a young man had become a Catholic only last Easter.
If you leave out myself and the priest, you have 9 persons at Mass, fully one third of them newcomers to the Church. Maybe there is hope for us after all.