Dimestore Saints: Sonnets from the Gospel of St. Matthew

My adult daughter, who still hasn't gotten confirmed, recently delivered some incisive car commentary on Catholic male radio voices. "They sound like pleasant eunuchs; not alive, self-consciously holy."

As I sit here, I'm reminded of T group facilitators back in my undergrad days: gentle healers, seeped in their own goodness. The artificial smiles, the invite to come and join THAT party!

Well, we're all sinners.

And that's the point I want to make in these sonnets. We all reach for Jesus, and ...