Has the Bride of Christ become like the old widow, who, caught within her inertness and fixed habits, periodically looks out into the flock—and rails against it? The once-resplendent and vibrant Bride sees the wandering child, the unformed, the lost soul, the broken marriage, the depressed teenager, the lonely cancer patient who will die unanointed and without absolution—and says: Scat! You get away from me.