I wrote last week about my growing awkwardness in social situations.
For example: last weekend I attended a birthday/costume party for kids. I knew only a few people, and found myself talking with a Roman Catholic priest, a mild-mannered, bookish type.
We were doing the old “former seminarian/ordained priest” small talk, when he made a rather disparaging remark about EWTN. I volunteered that I never liked Mother Angelica.
A tall, dark haired older woman standing nearby overheard this.
“What?” she said, “I have never heard such a thing. I love Mother Angelica. She is a living saint…” and continued in this vein for a while.
When she paused to catch her breath, the soft-spoken priest said “While Mother Angelica’s heart is undoubtedly in the right place…” and I thought, “Whew. Me and my big mouth. Surely Father is going to pastorally calm her ruffled feathers.”
“But” he continued, “Her delivery is obnoxious and offensive.”
I quietly slipped away, leaving them to resolve the disagreement.
Usually my first impressions of people are pretty accurate.
But not always.