[Bill,
July 9, 2012]
Catholic sex abuse crisis
Ten years ago, the Catholic sex abuse crisis broke out. Three years later, I joined the Catholic Church. The second Easter, as I was rushing to Easter service at the cathedral in downtown Philly, directly across the street I saw a middle-aged man holding up a sign. It was a picture of his son. His son had been abused and apparently committed suicide. I was stuck there for a moment. WWJD?
My best guess is Jesus would have gone across the street, listened, comforted and healed the man, and then invited him in. I thought about it. I still think about it. Jesus definitely would not have done what I did -- which was go inside and ignore the man. Take care of me, you know. I had to get to confession. The irony was not lost on me.
Here was a man in pain. Afterward, I looked for him, but he was gone. A man who obviously loved the church enough to join and bring his son, only to have a predator within the church damage him. The son is responsible for his own suicide, of course, but you don't say that to people who are hurting. Imagine the pain of losing your church and your son. Imagine feeling so powerless that you stand in front of a church with his picture and watch everyone else go by.
The service was beautiful and sanctified beyond measure. I hope that some got to him. I hope his self-excommunication stops.
My best guess is Jesus would have gone across the street, listened, comforted and healed the man, and then invited him in. I thought about it. I still think about it. Jesus definitely would not have done what I did -- which was go inside and ignore the man. Take care of me, you know. I had to get to confession. The irony was not lost on me.
Here was a man in pain. Afterward, I looked for him, but he was gone. A man who obviously loved the church enough to join and bring his son, only to have a predator within the church damage him. The son is responsible for his own suicide, of course, but you don't say that to people who are hurting. Imagine the pain of losing your church and your son. Imagine feeling so powerless that you stand in front of a church with his picture and watch everyone else go by.
The service was beautiful and sanctified beyond measure. I hope that some got to him. I hope his self-excommunication stops.