Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Thursday, March 24, 2005
I hate hypocrisy. You can't have it both ways. Yet, that is exactly what the Catholic Church wants.
They would have you believe that their priests are God's representatives, voicing the word of God to their congregations -- except when it comes to that embarrassing little pedophilia thing. You must follow what they say, except for the having sex with priests bit. That you should just forget about. That didn't come from God.
The problem is, however, that if the sex thing didn't come from God, how can you tell if any of the rest of it came from God, or from the priests' own agenda? When they pass the collection plate during mass, does God want you to skip a meal to contribute, or is that just the priest? Does God really want you to spend a beautiful Sunday morning sitting in a gloomy church, or is it just because the priest likes an audience? How can you tell?
The answer is actually simple. Either you can trust that everything the priest says is the word of God (in which case, drop your pants and bend over) or you can't trust anything. The church either needs to condone the sexual depravity of their priests or close up shop and go home. It's really just that simple.