You won’t hear any heresy at Saint Anthony’s. For that, you go to Our Lady of Fatima. Things don’t look good when you drive into the parking lot and see a sign announcing a “community” rather than a church. The word suggests the opposite: We are our own thing. The priest works subtly, in Fatima. He does not deny the miracles of Jesus. He simply assumes that the Gospels are exaggerations. He tells you what the “deeper meanings” of the Gospels are, which meanings he picked up thirty years ago in a seminary course. He doesn’t like to talk about how strange and challenging the words of Jesus are. He removes their teeth. As long as you profess the right political opinions, and you are a friendly fellow – which depends more on your digestive tract than upon moral courage – you can be a Christian in good standing. The banners on the wall tell you so. Don’t worry about your knees.
This is why I have so little faith these days in the institutional church. I go to Mss, sure, but mostly I just pray to Our Lord. I hope some dick-head prog priest or bishop reads this. And I make no apology for the course language. If anyone deserves it, those people do. "It is impossible for the stumbling blocks not to come, but woe to him by whom they come!"
King James Bible
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