As a Catholic parish priest, people generally respond to me in two, disparate ways.
Recently, I went to a family’s home in rural Pennsylvania and had a great meal. I shot skeet with them, toured and blessed their farmland, and prayed the rosary in tranquility. The large family was warm and supportive.
Another time, I approached and greeted a different family in my town, in my priest collar, and a young woman in the group began screaming at me and talking about the devil. Her mother said that she was once abused by a priest years ago. I tried to offer some help and solace; the mother was gracious, and we all moved on.
Wisdom — to borrow (and bend) a statement by F....