The foolish ones go with women on the sly. The wise ones long ago understood the degree to which sex, as a source of pleasure, has overvalued in our society.
I am a contradiction. Like God. One in three and three in one. Like Mary, virgin and mother. Like man, good and evil.
A priest never grows up, because he can never become a father. He’ll always be a son. That is why we imposed a vow of celibacy on ourselves thirteen centuries ago, because we must always be the sons of God, never dare try to take His place.
We are all guilty. We are all guilty of war and death. Always. In the same way, we can all be guilty of peace. Always.
Lord, I don’t care with what means, licit or illicit, they’re all fine, I don’t care about the Holy Spirit, whether He illumines me or not, I don’t care about anything, I don’t care about your opinions, or if I’m up to the task, or if I’m not an outsider or a longshot, I don’t care if you think I’m weak, or a scoundrel, I don’t care about loving my neighbor as myself, I will never love my neighbor as myself, I only care about one thing, Lord, that I, not the others, can be useful to You.
I know. I’m incredibly handsome, but please, let’s try to forget about that.[to the Prime Minister of Greenland]
They all went white when they heard the name I’d chosen, and I reveled in their fear. They were beginning to realize who I am, because that is the enormous error they committed, they chose a pope they didn’t know. And today they began to understand. That is their tremendous sin, they chose a Pope they presumed they knew. I spoke my new name, Pius XIII, and they forgot to thank God because they thought that God had failed to illumine them. I forgot to thank God, because I didn’t think God had illumined them either. I love myself more than my neighbor, more than God, I believe only in myself, I am the lord omnipotent, Lenny, you have illumined yourself!
The Vatican survives thanks to hyperbole. So we, we shall generate hyperbole, but this time in reverse.
Laymen always think we priests are scandalized by even the slightest things, whereas the truth is the exact opposite. We are never scandalized, no profession has to deal with sin on such a continual basis as ours. The confessional is our operating room. Just as surgeons have no fear of blood, so we priests are no longer afraid of scandal and sin.