I read James Martin’s recent post with interest, but with some trepidation for the man. Pewsitter is already alight with glee and into full vilification mode. Because, really: the blogosphere is little better than an elementary school playground at its worst. Ross Douthat is just a kid with a big vocabulary on his worst days.
I think Fr Martin’s tactical error was to admit personal hurt and get off the defense of others. I think the conservative blogosphere respond something like sharks when someone confesses things like that. When sharks smell blood, they go for the throat to get more blood. Better to doink the fish on the nose when it attacks someone else.
My recent instinct has been to sit back and watch things circle the drain. I’ve been commenting on other sites for the first time in 2015, but I find I have even less heart for that than I do for blogging. What a change a decade makes, eh? Or even two-and-a-half years.
I’m reading Cardinal Kasper’s Theology of Marriage for the second time, but I’ve decided I have more enthusiasm for reflecting on it than I do for writing about it. I might sum up the book in a longer post sometime next week.
I have the next week’s worth of posts in the scheduling queue–it will be a busy time at the parish, at home, and personally. I’ll certainly stop by two or three times a day, especially now that Max is back from vacation. No doinks, just taps.