I have a 19th century German print hanging on my office wall. It depicts the Seven Sorrows of Mary. I love the print because 1) it’s gorgeous and 2) I have a Protestant-y feminist-y affection for Mary. I also like the print because I sold one just like it–I used to work at an antique store–to Shawn Colvin, whom I maintain my adolescent fondness for.

An older woman came into my office moments ago and inquired whether or not I was becoming a papist. A papist! I have literally never heard that word uttered aloud. I have, however, read it during coursework on the Reformation.

Nope, I said, but Mary is certainly respected by Protestants.

Wanna see the picture? It’s swell. And here it is.

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