I can be a real jerk sometimes. Arrogant. Proud. Judgmental. That probably doesn’t shock you. Case in point, I found myself looking around Mass yesterday thinking snidely that the crowds were much larger on Palm Sunday than typical Sundays. I wondered if it was because the Church was giving something away, the palm being the equivalent of the big foam finger at a baseball game to some. A memento.
And then I scolded myself for thinking such things during Mass. I’ve always fought the urge to see things in terms on black and white.
I used to be even worse. When I was a child even casual injustices and minor slights were met with storms of outrage. I couldn’t stand any breach of my own...READ MORE