The Catholic Church, to which I belong and once studied for the priesthood, has hit a new low … lower than low.
It’s not enough that the U.S. Catholic bishops, who knowingly assisted the passing of predator priests from one tortured child in one unknowing community to another child in the next, have lately redirected the public spotlight to pontificate on contraception.
[You tell me … which would you condemn to hell, a person who molests a child’s body, or a woman who seeks to protect her own?]
Now this same Catholic Church is defending the desecration of a funeral Mass by one of its priests, who refused to give communion to a grieving daughter at her own mother’s funeral Mass, because, the priest told her, “you live with a woman.”
Not only that, this man of the cloth refused to accompany the mother’s body and her family to the graveside.
I served as an altar boy at many funeral Masses, attended more as an adult, and have never heard of such behavior.
This outrage occurred in one of the Maryland suburbs of Washington, D.C.
Feeling pressure to respond, the parish church’s governing body, the Archdiocese of Washington, decided to defend the public humiliation of a grieving woman by hiding behind a pontificating “statement” that began:
In matters of faith and morals, the Church has the responsibility of teaching and of bringing the light of the Gospel message to the circumstances of our day.
His only error, the message relates, is that the priest should have issued his denial “in a private, pastoral setting.”
I guess “bringing the light of the Gospel message” in this case means the “pastoral” condemnation of a woman who lives with the person she loves.
When I was a kid, the priests and nuns scared us about the damnation of hell.
When I became an adult, after Pope John XXIII “opened the windows” of the Church, the Gospel was known as the “Good News;” and the message of the New Testament was love of God and of one’s neighbor.
The daughter who lost her mother said what happened to her and her family was, “the worst experience on the very worst day of all of our lives.”
The Church that transformed after my youth doesn’t sound so neighborly these days.