Fire. Burning. Notre Dame.
Fire. Burning. Notre Dame. Judgment at our house, right here, us. More than a sign of French resilience: a church, our Church. ‘Bearing’ becomes ‘burning’. Bones on fire, lit by McCarrick and Vigano and Martel—strange prophets all—arsonists igniting icons—a house consumed. And us, in the fire, uncertain, what will remain? Unconvinced by words. Now we burn, living icons; what will remain of us? No time for squabbles: we are burning, plucked from the flames and filthy, in His h