Three months ago, Father Tom met a group of 10-year-olds at a hospital in Rhode Island where he was visiting Roman Catholic patients. "Hi, fellas," he said, "how're you doing?" Suddenly, the mother of one of the boys rushed up and grabbed her child. "He's a priest," she warned. "Don't talk to him." Father Tom (who didn't want to be identified) has been ordained for 28 years and has never been closer to clerical abuse than the stories he reads in newspapers.
The Passion of Michel Foucault. By James Miller. 491 pages. Simon & Schuster. $27.50. In 1983, Michel Foucault was immersed in the life of Saint Anthony, the early Christian desert hermit whose regimen of rigorous self-denial had so moved the youthful Augustine that he gave up his lusting ways and converted to Christianity.
... Henceforward my heart shall be dedicated to you alone, with a strong desire that my body could also thus be dedicated ... --HENRY VIII, King of EnglandIn what is perhaps the most extensive interlibrary loan on record, the Vatican has sent 200 of its choicest maps, illuminated manuscripts, rare books and fine prints to Washington for "Rome Reborn," an exhibit at the Library of Congress through April 30.
For at least two fifth-grade girls at Moscow's School No. 443, the foreign film they were watching was just too scary. It was a movie of the life of Jesus, produced by American evangelists, and when the Crucifixion scene began, the two 11-year-olds fled the school auditorium, then crept back to find out how the violent scene had ended. "He dies and then they bury him," explained their braver friend, Olya, "and then three days later he comes back to life." That millions of Russian children do...
Patty Hawkins had been crying for three weeks straight after the death of her father, but as a devout Pentecostal, she would not consider psychotherapy. Only after she heard about LifeCare, a "Christian psychotherapy" center in Ft, Worth, Texas, did she agree to go and unburden the secret that was tearing her up: her father had sexually abused her when she was 4. "God is the most important thing in my life," says Hawkins, 46, "and I wanted to make sure he is the most important thing to whomever...
The scene: the ninth-century Church of St. Andrew's in rural Wiltshire, England. The costumes: for the bride, an ivory satin dress decorated with glass beads and gold thread in Baroque arabesques; for the groom, a classic black tail coat with flamboyant striped waistcoat over tight pants.
She says: ". . . I can't stand the confines of this marriage." He says: "Oh, Squidgy, I love you, love you, love you." More than 100,000 eavesdroppers paid a premium last week to listen to a taped phone conversation that Britain's tabloids insist is between Princess Di and a suitor named "James." According to the tabs, the recorded conversation took place New Year's Eve, 1989, from a mobile phone.If Squidgy is Di, who is James?
In his new novel, "Wages of Sin," priest-author Andrew Greeley suggests a new interpretation for the old Roman Catholic idea of baptism of desire. At one point in the plot, his heroine slips off her robe, dives naked into a pool and pulls off her startled lover's swimming trunks. "You set me on fire," she breathes between passionate kisses, and sure enough, they make love right there in the water.
If the Roman Catholic Church provided priests with hazardous-duty pay, those who do exorcisms would be the first to qualify. The hours are long, the work is highly stressful and-to shield themselves from cranks and the virus of vainglory--exorcists must remain anonymous.