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Martin Kohout's avatar

As I’m currently in the midst of a two-week stay in Rome - the culmination of a month in Italy - your Catholic experiences certainly hit home. Even though my mother was born in Italy and was nominally Catholic, I grew up completely unchurched, and finally was baptized and confirmed in the Episcopal church as an adult. Honestly, as a latecomer, I greatly preferred the old liturgy, hymns, etc. - the “bells and smells,” as they say. All Saints’, our parish in Austin, was very traditional liturgically and musically, though quite progressive politically. Since my wife’s death in 2014, however, I’ve stopped going to church, not because I’m disillusioned or angry with God, but because I’ve realized that most of the appeal for me was social (we had a great community of friends at All Saints’) and esthetic rather than spiritual.

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Andrea Eschen's avatar

Another lovely piece. Thank you. I'm sorry I missed that outing (I really don't think I went; it's not just a memory issue). I wonder if MY mother wouldn't let me go. Maybe someone would slip drugs in my pocket. And speaking of my mother, she would have loved your white smocked, maybe Florence Eiseman, dress. You looked so cute ready for communion. She was also very fond of Mr. Cooper.

But onto the bigger picture, the message of this essay about love, acceptance, and forgiveness remains just as important now as then. It's a sorry thing that the world has not progressed very far in all these decades. Thank heavens these oases exist to inspire all of us.

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