Looking back over this past weekend, Iâ??m not sure whether I can pinpoint the exact moment when I was completely and irreversibly Francisâ??d out. But that moment did come, and once it came there was no denying it. Thoroughbreds like Allen and Ivereigh could devote the remainders of their careers to mining the popeâ??s numerous statements for epochal meaning; Lindenman was ready to scratch.
Being Catholic involves the awareness of belonging to an eternal and transcendent reality, a communion of saints that cuts across time. Wrapping oneâ??s head around this produces a certain self-abandonment, but not the same kind as focusing oneâ??s attention on the same this-worldly events as countless millions of contemporaries. Prompting reflection, the first fosters a mature view of oneâ??s place in history and the cosmos. The second tends to sweep one into a mass movement.
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