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…
