When I got canned by the Register the blood feast online was at fever pitch (lead by a priest no less) I got a phone call from Bp. Dowd out of the blue. A call from a bishop was the last thing on earth I expected. He asked how I was doing–like a father does.
To my surprise, I broke down in tears. I can handle a lot of things and I get a lot of hate. But I never in all my born days had expected to experience a priest of holy Church gloating and celebrating and leading a mob to do the same. Hearing from a bishop with a word of kindness was extremely healing and I will always be grateful to him for that.
Anyway, he sent this along to me. It’s conversation between him and some friends on “How We Keep our Mission Greater Than our Institutions”.