A vagrant lays dying on a street corner. The government says to him: I’ll help you. The doctor says to him: I’ll cure you. His daughter says to him: I’ll give you money. His friend says to him: I’ll share my wine with you. And the Church says nothing to him. The Church is thinking about him.
Catholic Church in a nutshell. All over the world, these small, starving villages with big, fancy churches. Getting bigger and fancier, while the towns dry up. Churches just popping up like fat, plump little ticks sucking the town dry.
When I was a kid, we never even locked our doors. Nobody did. Everybody went to church. Now, nobody goes to church, and everybody locks their doors.