This week’s arts and culture column should especially endear me to the woke world.
Here’s how it begins:
Not long ago I was lunching with a group that included a widowed ex-nun who had been married to an ex-priest.
Her late husband, turned out, had been a professor of philosophy at a Catholic university. “And so,” she mentioned airily at one point, “Greg had the honor of disabusing the young girls of their notion of the Virgin Birth and other such fairy tales.”
“ Poor things,” she added with a someone-has-to-be-the-bearer-of-bad-news shrug. “They probably still haven’t gotten over it.”
I couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d casually admitted to being a cannibal.
To disown the Virgin Birth is to disown the power of sacrament, story, and the world beyond this one. It is to diminish the glory of motherhood and to reduce womanhood to a commodity. It is to be part of the cultural “movement” that increasingly threatens the very identity of the human person.
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