One day recently about three dozen people here gave up their lunch hour to hear a Marianist brother read to them.
Brother Tom Wendorf, S.M., of the English department read from a story about a Bible salesman who called on a woman with a wooden leg and then stole it.
“If you’re looking for uplift,” Wendorf said, “you shouldn’t go to Flannery O’Connor.”
You could try Dante: “Abandon all hope ye who enter here.”
Maybe Muriel Spark. Wendorf read from her novel Memento Mori, in which old people receive phone calls telling them they will die.
But so do we all. Perhaps a lunch at which we are munching upon a piece of chocolate imprinted with the chapel logo is as good a time as any to contemplate the four last things: death, judgment, hell and heaven.