Just when you think you’ve left your Catholic past in the past, someone at work who knows you like graphic novels plops this one on your desk. Ah, Vatican II. Yes, radical nuns stirring up justice. Sigh, hierarchies working with dictatorships and hiding child abuse.
For those raised in the Catholic church in the transitional time after Vatican II, it’s a reminder of guitar masses and minor changes that pretended to be major, visionaries and conservatives, and rules about behavior that no one felt particularly inclined to follow. It’s not what you’d usually call a fun read, but it’s informative and interesting. (And I don’t mean that in the way that interesting can mean hmmm, not too sure about that here in the Midwest.)
Not every book gives you an excuse to talk about liberation theology with your kid, after all. Or reminds you of waiting in line for the confessional and trying to come up with sins that were not too big or not too small to admit to the dude behind the screen. You and your friends suspected he’d still tell your parents even if it was supposed to be confidential, and he wouldn’t be fooled by a whole CCD class of kids using the same three sins. We’d tried that. Eight year olds trying to come up with sins for a priest who would probably have rather been watching a ball game and drinking a glass of wine… Simpler times, people. Simpler times.
Francis, the people’s pope by Ted Rall