In one of his more snarky stories about clerical life — it’s called “The Forks” — the American Catholic writer J.F. Powers capsulizes the fraught relationship between a stuffy, self-important pastor and his young curate in a single, prickly sentence: “He found Father Eudex reading The Catholic Worker one day and had not trusted him since.” There was a time when many Catholics, not just stuffy pastors, held the same view of Dorothy Day and her gr…
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