Just last night, overheard a 60-year old at a nearby restaurant table talking about going to Mass everyday, and as if those that don’t, aren’t real believers.
Interest duly peaked. Ears listening in and out of his conversation, and the one at our table.
As he had a few more drinks, he began talking like a pirate, cursing, bad mouthing – yet having a glorious time.
No judging, yet surely taking notice and contemplating it all.