Spiritual kitsch

Rod Dreher recalls an incident where, in Jerusalem, he rushed over to kiss the hand of Cardinal Law:

I loved the idea of standing outside of myself, thinking, “How grand it is for us to be here, all Catholics, in this special place on this special day, and me here with Cardinal Law, showing my respect and deference, like the good Catholic that I am.” It was kitsch, what I did.

Something about calling it “kitsch” makes it especially embarrassing, at least at first blush. But at second blush, I’m unconvinced that it’s a worse transgression than any other Pharisaism — that besetting temptation of all self-consciously pious.

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