
When I was young and attended church services with the family, the sermons of a certain priest, who was a historian, consisted of anecdotes about desperation and compassion that occurred in such places as Nazi concentration camps, Hell's Kitchen or the Bowery in Depression-era New York, or Dickens-like orphanages somewhere. At the end of his anecdote, the priest would dolefully lilt, Examine your own conscience. It was the point during the sermon when a person might startle awake after nodding off.
