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Sep. 15, 2012, at 2:19pm

Speaking of Cardinal Dolan, and speaking of overcoming pessimism (not to mention speaking of obnoxiously self-referential posts), here's a nice talk of the Cardinal's called "Humor, Joy and the Spiritual Life."
Sep. 7, 2012, at 8:58pm
I saw something Thursday night that surprised me, and it might surprise you, too.

Cardinal Dolan, along with God and Jerusalem, was originally persona non grata at the Democratic National Convention. No surprise there. I’m not sure anyone claimed that his original non-invite was a “technical oversight”—though that’s how Debbie Wasserman-Schultz (with an impressively straight face) explained the exclusion of Jerusalem and God.
The invitation was reluctantly extended in the end, and he took them up on it.
What surprised me was not that he dared mention unborn babies, or religious freedom, or marriage. I expected that, though I was struck by how gracefully and confidently he managed …
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I don't presume to judge whether or not Cardinal Dolan ought to have suspended the tradition of inviting both presidential candidates to the Al Smith Dinner, in view of the Obama administration's political and legal violence against life and against conscience. Perhaps keeping the tradition alive is the right thing to do, the best way of doing most good. There's a case to be made on both sides. It's a prudential decision, the Cardinal's to render.
My plan had been to stay silent on the controversy. But then yesterday, in response to a wide and spontaneous outcry among the faithful, the Cardinal published a defense of his decision, which I find so worryingly weak and unconvincing that a …
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Well...I think it must have been somebody else. It sounds like a different style than my mother's. Also, my mother read the piece and thanked me for "making up all those nice virtues" for her. It is true that my father would make pizza every Sunday night, so she didn't actually make a home-cooked meal every single day for fifty years, but the pizza had starch, vegetables and meat on it, so I figure that falls under poetic license.
She did respect us all as persons in a way I gradually realized was very unusual. I had friends whose parents let them express their freedom any way they wanted, because (in some ways) that was simpler for the grownups. I had other friends whose parents believed in objective right and wrong but micromanaged their lives and tastes down to the last detail. I'm sure my mother would disagree, but I think she managed a good balancing act.
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