by Shaun Powell
“In the seminary we were taught that our homilies should comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.”
Recently out of work, I sat in the pew, worried about how I was going to provide for my family. An unknown virus was making its way throughout the country, and with a fervor absent in the defense of unborn life, fellow parishioners were feverishly embracing the strong suggestion—not yet a mandate—to wear a mask, looking askance at those who did not and snitching on them to the priest after mass. Cities were burning, and the powers that be were doing nothing to stop the destruction.