Two sons. Two kinds of sons.
-We spend a lot of time, you and me, trying to convert sinners. Sinners who commit the most despicable crimes against babies and old sick people.
-For, the truth, at each evening’s examination of our consciences reveals, is that we are but worthless sinners, defaced by the ugliness of our sin, made beautiful only by the unmerited love of an infinitely merciful God. Wretched in our selfishness, devious in our narcissism and often so totally self-absorbed that we fail to pray the most primal of our prayers...Kyrie Eleison...Kyrie eleison...Kyrie eleison.