My cousin and I have an ongoing conversation that could be titled “What’s Next?” Our exchanges normally revolve around the dreadful state of education and the arts, whose jagged shards we break into even smaller bits. It is mostly an exercise for getting grouchiness out, while keeping it away from our wives, children, and in my case, parishioners. In our better moments, we have wildly optimistic ideas about how to put the pieces back together in the form of something holy and beautiful.
I recently received three sets of books that I had imagined since seminary seeing on my shelves one day: the Ante-Nicene, Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers (I & II). I couldn’t wait to begin dipping into Chrysostom’s homilies and selections from Augustine that I had never read.