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The thing I think people forget most is that all priests are guys, with all that implies. Now, by necessity they are a rather brighter-than-average bunch of guys–you can’t be utterly without scholastic aptitude and then get into seminary–but they’re guys. Human beings of the male type. As humans, some are wonderful, some are control freaks, some are work-a-holics, some are kind of lazy. Some are into wood-working, some are into sports, some like cooking, some garden, some like puttering around the house, some are hopeless with tools. They generally have brothers and sisters that they grew up playing with and fighting with and a mom and dad that still haven’t heard all the stories about what they did in high school. Some would pay to do what they do, and some even manage to get into their vocation for all the wrong reasons. As males, well, they have their own set of hormones and likely patterns of childhood and adolescent socialization. They were six once, and for every one that wanted to be a priest, a couple of others wanted to drive trucks or play baseball when they grew up. They were fifteen once. Back then they ate like they had a hollow leg and thought about sex way too much, just like the other guys.
They don’t screen out the imperfect ones in the seminary, because they know that the ones that know they are in need of the mercy of God make the best ones. (Besides, somebody has to say Mass!)
It’s kind of a shock to some, to realize that your priest is a human being. But hey, it’s good practice for coming to the same realization about your mom.
They don’t screen out the imperfect ones in the seminary, because they know that the ones that know they are in need of the mercy of God make the best ones. (Besides, somebody has to say Mass!)
It’s kind of a shock to some, to realize that your priest is a human being. But hey, it’s good practice for coming to the same realization about your mom.