Matt did most of his growing up in Cincinnati, OH and is a graduate of Fordham University where he studied history and philosophy while minoring in pretending to not be from the Midwest. When he’s not feeding his tea obsession or feverishly cheering during some sporting event or another, Matt studies at Saint Louis University. He's been missioned there to pursue an MA in Early Modern European history.
“Whatever madness, or rage, or illness, or who knows what was the cause of this, damn it, God. Literally, God: damn it. Declare it accursed. Banish it. Abolish it.”
But this was a wedding weekend, which means that the conversation inevitably and rightly turned to the couple. And everybody said it; I said it: “You two are so good together. You seem so happy.”
I had a fool-proof plan for what would happen when I shared the passage with my prayer group: it was going to be a miracle. A salty tears, angelic choruses, cataracts falling from eyes, miracle.
We had arrived just ahead of a summer storm, an electric charge in the air. We were greeted by a woman with an oxygen tank in tow. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said.
