Column: Illuminations
Worship for the Weary
by Anthony Esolen
For now coming on fifty years, we long-suffering members of the Roman Catholic Church have had to bear the devotion of our brothers and sisters and its expression in song. It is like being held captive every Sunday to a recital: "You play the violin? My Ashley plays the violin, too! Ashley, go get your violin and play that Mahler piece you've started on." Or: "You teach poetry? My Madison writes poetry, too! Maddy, go get that poem you wrote for Earth Day. You see," says the star-dazzled mother, "the school has an Earth Day celebration, and they aw . . .
