Finally I'm finishing my comments...sort of

I said before I'd tell you about Bishop Flores. Before I say any more, I have an admission. I have long had a soft spot for brown-eyed boys. I always imagined I'd marry a man with brown eyes; I never dreamed I'd give birth to one (so far). Maybe it's because my dad had dark ones. Whatever.
He said the Mass at the homeschoolers' conference in June, so I was familiar with him at the women's in October. It was kind of funny (to me, at least) when the friend I attended with didn't realize he's Hispanic. When he slipped into Spanish for a few words, trying to find them in English, she was completely thrown. His English was so good that I wasn't absolutely certain he was bilingual.
He wasn't quite the same the first time as at the conference last month, though. Hearing him speak was great. He said the Mass, too. I was, in a word, smitten. He's so animated! And intelligent! And articulate! I would laugh as quietly as I could at his expressions--his dismay at one point during the consecration when things weren't where he wanted them, or something. I have to imagine he'd be a riot to sit next to at a dinner party where you can catch his sotto voce remarks. As a monsignor, though, I'll bet his sarcasm is tempered, but his expressions would probably give him away.
He made reference to caring for those forgotten by society: "the unborn, the undocumented." I'm still muddling through that. Just recently I finished Laura Ingraham's book with the chapter on immigration. How to reconcile those views? Another post.

A last item on Bishop Flores. I learned last month that the Archdiocese of Detroit has a Mass for the families who lost children through miscarriage or infant death, the third weekend in October. He said that Mass this year. It was the week before the conference, but we'll be going in 2008.