My latest Long Island Catholic column is here in time for Divine Mercy Sunday.
The floodgates of mercy
Not very long ago, my teenage daughters and I went to see a Passion play at a local parish church. Stepping outside afterward, I could see that sixteen-year-old Allie’s cheeks were pale, and her mouth was stretched into a thin, little line.
“What’s the matter?” I asked her.
“I just embarrassed myself completely,” she whispered, half to me and half to her sister, Mary, who was walking alongside us. “How?” Mary wanted to know.
“Well,” Allie explained, blushing to recall the incident, “I was talking to one of the cast members and told her the show reminded me of ‘The Passion of the Christ.’”
“So?” Mary shrugged.
“So she said that she hated that movie and that it was anti-Semitic!” Allie winced to recall those last few words.