One body, many parts. And I’m one of them.
Enclosed is the evidence that I should be invited (as well as my sister Judy, who’s on the other side of Sister Anastasia) to any birthday parties for the Archdiocese of Boston on turning 200.
In my family we were born Catholics and we stayed Catholics…all except for one drop-out…
So many of my friends have left and so many more are frustrated, alienated and angry by what they’ve experienced. I share a lot of their discontent even as I sit in the pew of my local church in the smallest parish in the Worcester diocese, where only a few years ago our priest disappeared forever one Sunday when he was accused of being a pedophile.
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| Radio Boston host, David Boeri, with Sister Anastasia, and David’s sister, Judy. Circa 1961. (Click to enlarge) |
One body, many parts.
I’m still one of them. And sitting among the nuns in the chapel of their nearby retirement home or among the monks at the local monastery or among an extended family of parishioners close to my home, I feel as happy as I look in those photos of me as an altar boy.
I can echo what I’ve heard so often this week, even from the priest Walter Cuenin: I’m Catholic. It’s my Church too. And I’m not leaving.
One body, many parts.
Now that the ground has thawed let’s go on an archaeological dig. What are some of the latest big local discoveries? What do historical artifacts teach us about our past?
