Culture | Our own sons are destroying our country’s monuments
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 7/29/20, 10:45 pm
For Christmas 1961 my mother bought me a nun’s suit from the St. Anthony Messenger magazine.
To St. Joseph’s Church I would make my pilgrimage, pry open the heavy wooden portals; dip fingers in holy water fonts; part the stained glass doors across the narthex; genuflect when reaching the communion rail; kneel before flickering votive candles; and beg with the earnestness of a 9-year-old zealot that the impassive Virgin oblige me with the sign I sought—a raised eyelid, the slightest finger movement.