It was a week before Christmas, and I found myself anxious and angry. I was paying more attention to minute-byminute politics than I had on any other day of the year.
It was impeachment day, and I was seeing all kinds of “Impeachmas” references and merrymaking. At the Mass I went to that day, the Franciscan friar nonpartisanly prayed during the petitions about the “grave” matters in Washington. The priest called upon St. Joseph to intercede so that there might be wisdom there. That seemed like a countercultural act of faith at a time of such cynicism.