Serving Christ and Connecting Catholics in Western North Carolina
I feel sorry for the priests who look out from the ambo and see glazed eyes, yawns or people thumping their watches, while they are trying to offer words of spiritual direction, growth and renewal.
I probably spend way too much time in my day-to-day life thinking about suffering. I’m of the “melancholic” temperament, after all. My better excuse, however, is that I’m Irish and we sometimes cultivate and keep close at hand what has been referred to as “the delicious misery of the Gael.”