Sunday I missed my first Feast of St.
Albert. I had a couple of excuses, the first being I was already
committed to something. The second, of arguably greater weight, was
my never having been a Roman Catholic, thus not knowing a whit about
St. Albert. In retrospect it is clear I might have brushed either
excuse aside with nary a blink of remorse. As a working news reporter
I'd eaten free food at many events where I knew little or nothing
about the principals.
The feast hosts who'd invited me were my
Facebook friends, Mahogany
Roasters,
a local craft coffee company, the mere scent of whose coffee is
enough to lure me to their door through thick or thin.
My curiosity is what did me in. Googling St. Albert, I
found right off he was known as “Albert the Great, champion of
faith and reason” as well as the patron saint of science. Faith and
reason, most unusual bedfellows it seemed. And science? Agogged at
the implication of clashing outlooks and stubborn mindsets, practical
and metaphysical, and learning also that Albert had been the teacher
of a more famous saint, Thomas Aquinas, I bought the book.
