This was so sweetly twisted. I love me some moral relativism. I think religion (especially champion religion like catholicism) can do an excellent job complicating things and creating some really unnecessary moral dilemmas. In "The Power and the Glory" we have a priest who is so painfully human which was utterly inconvenient when you lived in 1930s Mexico.I am afraid if I were in this book I would be the Lieutenant running around trigger-happy shouting "shoot'em all! The Church is the root of all evil!". Because things are so much nicer when they are either black or white.The book had a definitely Latin American twist to it. It reminded me of some of Mario Vargas Llosa's works. It had this certain stuffy atmosphere with characters detached from reality.