The Uselessness of Earthly Affairs
Bishop Thomas picked up his black hat and newspaper from the train seat and urged his stomach past the tight train seats. He found the loud talk of his neighbor unbearable and rather than express his frustration directly, he gritted his white virgin teeth and wrenched his buccinator muscles into a hard smile.
He walked the length of the wobbly car trying to inhibit the comparison his mind made to Jesus’ great walk and then glanced out the window. Grey factories and brick smokestacks filled his view and reminded him of the best the Catholics had to offer, a grim and sober acceptance of the uselessness of earthly affairs.