For the past month, I’ve been struggling mightily with the failures of priests in the Church, not just the abusers and our leaders, but the fact that times like these often lead to more collateral damage because the Enemy seeks to divide and wound even more in the aftermath of such revelations. He likes to kick us while we are down and we let him. Those we thought were strong, fail us. More victims pile up until men of courage and true charity step up. It’s how Church history has gone since the Cross.
I was struggling yesterday when I looked up and in my rearview mirror I saw the two school chaplains vested–both younger priests–praying with one another and blessing one another before Mass. It gave me hope. Yes, in times like these we come to see that “the best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity”, but quietly in the still places of the world, holy men are praying together, striving towards holiness, preparing and offering the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, and seeking to be the saints God desires them to be. God blessed me so much by allowing me to witness such a quiet and beautiful moment in a time of agony for me. I’ve always had such high regard for the priesthood, which is why I’ve been deeply saddened as of late for a variety of reasons.