My “best” game, so to speak, was a nine-day disappearance. No one knew where I was. At the time, Roslyn was doing some post-grad work at Loyola, working toward a master’s degree in religious education. My disappearance was so intense and anxiety-filled for her that she dropped out for that semester. She did complete her degree, seven years later, no doubt because she didn’t have to spend all of her time looking for me.
at the risk of playing armchair psychologist, one of the reasons Brennan leaned in too far on “God loves you as you are and not as you should be” may have been because he decided, long ago, that he would never make a real effort to be as he should be, then blessed it with misguided religiosity, a holy permission slip to live an unholy life.
and there but for the grace of God go any of us.
