We’re all afraid. Every man and woman on the planet. We’re all standing at the edge of the abyss, paralyzed by fear.
We have to live with the fear and the uncertainty that everything can be taken from us in an instant. Because that’s the price we pay for choosing the people that we love.[to William]
War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.
My fellow Americans, what do humans love the most? To what do we give our highest value? Is it family, friends, our homes, money, notoriety? No. Above all, humans love fear. The fear that over time we have honed and polished and built up, brick by brick, until it stands before us every day as tall as the Trump Tower. How do I know we love fear more than our children? Because we are willing to ruin their lives in service of some irrational fear of losing them.
My father told me not to have hatred in my heart. He said that men do these things not because of evil. They do evil because of fear. And at that moment, I realized my father is a fool for believing there was a difference. If it happens, it will happen quickly and you must be prepared.
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.