A Homily for the Third Sunday of Easter that You Must Read

There is a story of an elementary school teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson, and as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually enjoy marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. From the Meandering Mind of a Prairie Priest in Sioux Falls in White Around the Collar.