Rembert Weakland: Revisited (Finally)

b99310652z.1_20140718110524_000_gp471e1n.1-1The brick pavers surrounding the Eiffel Tower were made in the small town of Patton, Pa. The city of Patton was at one time the largest manufacturer of bricks in the world. A young novitiate from Patton would walk on his hometown pavers many times throughout his life. He would make his solemn profession as a Benedictine monk a little more than an hour away from post-war Paris in 1949 at the Solesmes Benedictine Abbey. He would take the name Rembert.

That was the beginning of a long and circuitous road for this future prelate of the Roman Catholic Church, Rembert Weakland. His passage would be flecked with accomplishment, controversy, disappointment and self-doubt. There would be times of great exhilaration, deep despair and loneliness. But one thing was indisputable from the very beginning: Weakland was a very gifted and holy man with a shining future in the Roman Catholic Church.

In 1977, Pope Paul VI elevated Weakland to archbishop of Milwaukee. At the time, many of the Catholic faithful were confused by the choice of Weakland, given his reputation as a church intellectual. Most thought it would be a only few years before he was given a red cap signifying him a cardinal of the church and moved on. That might have been in the back of his mind, too.

He was a cultural misfit in Milwaukee, and in his early tenure he was seen as a bit aloof by some. The Milwaukee Archdiocese, for lack of a better description, is a blue-collar, conservative Catholic community, and he was a progressive in the church. In his 2009 biography, he acknowledged his lack of comfort and feeling of isolation when he relocated to a town best known for beer, bowling and the TV show “Laverne & Shirley.”

His views were consistent with most American Catholics. Weakland believed that to stay relevant with the faithful, the church needed to evolve after Vatican II. The issues facing the American church were not yet germane to Catholics in other parts of the world. The perplexity was to evolve but to stay one with the worldwide Catholic community and the Vatican, a difficult balance to achieve.

Cardinal Joseph Bernardin of Chicago was an ally, but Weakland’s voice in the church soon would be cut short with the death of Pope Paul VI. The decades-long leadership of the more conservative Pope John Paul II changed the welcome mat message for his voice in the Vatican. Weakland and the Holy See didn’t always have a harmonious relationship, so he began to use his pulpit as a bully pulpit to address the issues confronting a restless American faithful.

It wasn’t that Weakland’s views were controversial in most American dioceses, but rather that the Holy See moved at a slower pace. Weakland felt an urgency that was not shared or endorsed by the Vatican. These were the issues many American Catholic families were dealing with daily. Rome’s strategy was avoidance. The Holy See’s attitude was the intellectual equivalent to former first lady Nancy Reagan telling people to “just say no” to drugs. American life was a bit more complicated than a simple admonition and exercise of willpower.

Weakland took it upon himself to address issues such as abortion, greater roles for women in the church, social and economic justice, homosexuality, AIDS, sex education, clerical pedophilia and feminism. He acknowledged that a person could, perhaps, reconcile his or her pro-choice views and still be a good Catholic. Or that he would consider ordaining a married man, who was worthy, into the priesthood because of a shortage of priests. He wanted expanded roles for women in the church and held out the possibility of ordination of women when the Vatican was still opposed to children serving as altar girls alongside altar boys. The innocuous little things he endured, such as criticisms about the use of altar girls, made no sense to most American Catholics. And he held out the possibility that ordaining women might lead to “a more intelligent and compassionate church.”

Weakland always disliked being typecast as a liberal or conservative, but over the years he came to accept that his voice would conflict at times with the Curia in Rome. The church’s hierarchy was more in tune with the doctrinal orthodoxy, and he would be cast as a more liberal voice in the church. He would ostracize the tactics of the pro-life movements and then was labeled pro-choice, which he is not. After celebrating a “Respect Life” Mass, he was pilloried for commenting afterward: “Such a difficult group to preach to,” “Such hard faces,” “Such surety,” “No smiles,” “No openness to any other point of view. They have no joy in being Catholic or part of a church.” He went on to say that many dislike the narrowness, lack of compassion and lack of civility of the pro-life movement.

The archbishop’s renovation of the Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist (my parish) was also subjected to unfair criticism. His detractors finally had a symbolic but tangible issue to voice objection. The real motivator was the archbishop’s past pronouncements on topics on which they disagreed with him. But now the critics had what they considered an abomination of a renovated cathedral so they all could join in and scorn his destructive ways. It backfired.

It was during that time that Weakland sought my help with the naysayers, and I gladly provided it. His fault-finders called it a pagan temple, but upon its completion few people argue with the restored magnificence of the cathedral. In the years since its completion, I’ve yet to meet anyone who hasn’t commented on its beauty.

Weakland’s personal issues came to light in May 2002, when he paid off a male lover on the advice of legal counsel. Weakland also came out of the closet. And we learned that he followed established protocol of moving sexually abusive priests to other parishes once a psychological exam was completed. He acknowledged that he, like many of his brethren, was wrong to do so and asked for forgiveness. Many have concluded that there will never be, nor can there be, closure for those who have been abused by a priest regardless of compensation, apologies and pleas for forgiveness. And maybe that’s the church’s cross to bear.

The crowded Saturday evening Mass at St. John a few days after Weakland’s transgressions were made public was filled with people whose expressions went from disbelief, betrayal and sadness to even anger. Father Mike said Mass and spoke briefly about what we all knew to be true: Our archbishop had sinned, and it was a whopper as sins go. People cried, parishioners hugged each other and strangers lined the back of the cathedral in tears; the sadness was palpable. It was a career-ending blow to the archbishop, and he quickly retired.

In truth, Milwaukee has blundered by not turning to Weakland’s sagacious counsel in many circumstances in which he could have provided guidance. We seem to have exiled him. Is it because we are uncomfortable with the sin — or the sinner?

The archbishop’s sins should be treated with empathy and forgiveness; he, like all of us, is a fallible person. You see when you cut through all the doctrine and church politics that being Catholic with a capital C is about forgiveness. It’s really not any more complicated than that one word. God’s forgiveness is greater than any sin any of us can commit.

The societal matters that Weakland was at the forefront of addressing 25 years ago are the same issues and questions that Pope Francis has been raising during the past 16 months.

And Archbishop Emeritus Rembert George Weakland still lives in Milwaukee. Maybe we should call him.

Todd Robert Murphy is a newspaper columnist for Conley Media Group and a member of The Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist. Email toddrobertmurphy@gmail.com

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Who Is This Haunting Woman? She’s Anne Bancroft

Anne_bancroftI’ve seen her but other times I have not. I know who she is but her name escapes me; often many times. She’s everywhere and sometimes I spot her but soon she’s gone again. Hidden yet visible. Is that even possible?

She’s that young girl in grade school that you’ve noticed but hasn’t spotted you yet.  She’s the neighbor’s wife who smiled at your twelve year old self.  She’s the woman in your dreams who leads you to good and questionable places.  She’s the old woman you stop for on the street even when you’re in a hurry.  She sits in the same pew space every Sunday morning, never misses.  She becomes the mother that you remember after you’ve forgotten your mother’s face.  She was with you at your birth and escorts you from this life.  She’s even that girl scout whose cookies you turned away because of your stupid diet.

Well, you may not know it but she has a name. For all of us, she remains nameless but I’ve uncovered who she is.  This is the least I can do for readers since her elusive part is so elusive. But she has a name, it’s Anne Bancroft.

We may recognize her from movies but her face fits perfectly to my (or our) elusive woman/mother that looms over our earth, active within our minds and hovers inside our wanting souls.

In film, she’s the teacher and savior in “The Miracle Worker,” teaching Helen the word water with her gentle hands. When have those hands touched us in our lives? In “The Graduate,” she’s the seducer of youth as Simon and Garfunkel sing with gorgeous legs that lasted her lifetime. She’s the enticing deceiver in “Great Expectations” luring in the young to feel the pain she couldn’t resolve in her own life. The wounded woman she then plays in “An American Guilt” as she smells adultery on her husband as she walks around him. As a ballerina, she ridicules Shirley MacLaine on a windy roof for not achieving what she has. (Classic movie conversation, by the way.) She’s an extra with no credit in “Blazing Saddles” which makes her presence even more evasive and she plays herself (is that even possible?) in “Silent Movie.” Disguised as a nun, she guides fellow sister Jane Fonda through “Agnes of God.” (Jane Fonda as a nun?)

It is not her acting versatility that makes my point but her aging face with more age added to her years of work and labor.

Mothers die, women come and go in all shapes and colors (and shoes!) but within them all lies Anne Bancroft. I’ve never met her but I know her. I have definitely seen her many, many times in my conscious and unconscious life journey.

Is she Anne Bancroft?  I think so, but I’m not sure.

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Tomorrow

tomorrow-today-yesterdayThere we go, it’s now all set. I’m going to do it tomorrow.

I’ve given this a great deal of thought. Why, even yesterday I was thinking of tomorrow and now look – it’ll be tomorrow, tomorrow.

There’s nothing impulsive about my decision. This has been going on for a long, long time. Careful planning, the weighing in of options and consequences and what the hopeful outcome will be. No, no, I’m not taking this lightly…this tomorrow thing. It’s going to happen and happen soon; why it’ll be tomorrow, as a matter of fact.

Friends have told me, in a nice way that I was delaying when I told them that it’s happening tomorrow. I guess they just don’t listen that well. I’m sticking to my plan, the one I’ve had since the beginning – it is tomorrow.

You know, for years people have said that I’m a procrastinator but I’ve always believed that I can’t be anything I cannot spell. (Spell check fixed it for me.)  So there.

Tomorrow gives me enough time for the final preparations. I have all of today to prepare for that next day which is called tomorrow.

You know, it’s funny. I could have done all of this last week or even a year ago for that matter but then I wouldn’t be able to do it tomorrow which I’ve already told you is my firm, unchanging plan.

Annie was correct when she sang, “the sun will come up…”

When tomorrow comes, I’ll be awake, fresh, ready and all set to go with my prepared plans. It’ll be a cinch once I begin all this tomorrow. Just you wait. You’ll see.

I don’t like this “just get it done” mentality that some people have. What if there are errors or mistakes. What do you do about them then? Then it’s too late. You can’t go back. Waiting isn’t the worst thing in the world, is it? Diligence is the best practice.
Well, okay, let’s see. Do I have everything for tomorrow? Am I all set? Do I need to reshape or rethink anything more? Let’s see, when is tomorrow? Oh, how silly of me, tomorrow is the next day.
Then tomorrow suddenly becomes today.

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Our Aging Music: Embodied

Image“Monday Monday” was having a crisis about life and her work.  Having turned 48 recently, it just seemed too much for her.  For 48 years she said, “Can’t trust that day” and that day seems to have finally caught up with her.  “Sunday Will Never Be The Same” came over to comfort her.  She turned 47 years old and remembers how difficult it was for her to see the number 50 approaching, “I’ve lost my Sunday song, he’ll not be back again.”  “Happy Together” (49 years) heard the crying and thought that his title could brighten them up.   “You for me and me for you, no matter how they toss the dice it had to be…” always helped him work things out between he and his wife, “Elenore,” a few years younger than “Happy Together.”  She’s quirky in her own way.  She’s the only song I know of where “et cetera” is sung.

Ever since “I’m Getting Sentimental Over You” passed away at 82, “Elenore’s” aunt, she spends more time alone.  She tried to reconnect with “Downtown” who at 48 years is still active, “just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova
you’ll be dancing with ’em too before the night is over…happy again,” but “Elenore” just never got into those “rhythms of the traffic in the city.”

All of the gang was supposed to team up with “Groovin” who at 47 is feeling the aging thing a bit harder than the others.  “Song Sung Blues” at 41 was planning to host the party serving her favorite 44 year old wine, “Cracklin’ Rosie.”  They hope to have a good time looking back over the years.

Unfortunately, “You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me,” “Wedding Bell Blues”, “Hello Mary Lou” and many of their other contemporaries will not be at the party because of early deaths. But happily, the music continues to gracefully age along with the rest of us.

I guess the Righteous Brothers were right after all, there is a rock ‘n roll heaven.

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“The Body of Christ,” Reward or Grace

ImageThe Church loves lists.  We had the movie list and its ratings of what movies our parents would approve of and those we’d see anyway, someday; I wonder if anyone bothers to refer to that list before seeing a film.  Now we have lists of priest abusers.  Each diocese is supposed to post it online, most don’t.  Is the list on an Excel spreadsheet?  Now we need a list of politicians who cannot receive communion because of their pro abortion stance.

June’s special Sunday is Corpus Christi Sunday, honoring the body and blood of Christ.  Reward or grace?  Is communion intended to be a type of dog treat for those who are doing a good job or is it intended to be a source of efficacious grace.  (I love the word efficacious although there are not many opportunities to use in a typical conversation.)  Actually, “efficacious grace” is redundant.  Grace can only produce the desired result that defines efficacious.  Sinners and those slightly off the path need the Eucharist more than anyone.  Instead of denying politicians communion, the bishops should be saying “You need to receive communion much more frequently than you presently are.  You need the grace of the sacrament to help you in your discernment and judgments.”
Is it our attitude and preparation toward the Eucharist that makes it grace filled or is it the reception that prompts better behavior and links us closer to Jesus?
People still ask me that immortal question, “Father I received communion this morning, can I go to again this afternoon?”  “No,” I say, “you’ve already had your treat.”  (See the tongue in my cheek!…)

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Gracefully Graceful

ImageYou wonder where it comes from during trying times but it arrives, just in the nick of time.  Reflecting upon it later, you consider whether it might have been God’s grace.  What a great help to help us explain the good deeds done by us sinful people.

And it’s not only a noun but a proper noun.  It’s also an adjective and even more it’s a verb and an adverb.  What a flexible word, this grace stuff.  “Grace Kelly graced us with her effortless grace and graceful presence as she gracefully walked into the room to say Grace.”  (Wow.  There’s grace all over the place.  It’s active and moving.  No, it’s that person’s name.  No, it’s how she’s doing it.  No, it’s over there, somewhere.)  It is rich in worth, effortless in its attempts and limitless in its quantity.

Alas, the Catholic Church needs to rein in this wild grace stuff and present it as a commodity.  There are actually two form of grace, (in my Churchy voice) according to the one, true Church.  Sanctifying and actual.  Most Catholics can name those two graces, even on their deathbeds.  What they may not know is that sanctifying grace is that which is derived by the sacraments.  When you participate in a sacrament you receive this elusive, rewarding, beautiful proper noun, noun, adverb and verb.  Actual grace appears to appear when you need it the most.  We cannot determine graces travel time to us but we know that it is within us within nick’s time.

Just when you were about to say something questionable, grace zooms in from some unknown place and softens the tongue.  (I have yet to receive grace’s reward during those occasions.)  Another sibling has past away and you discover a peace that even amazes and baffles you.  A serious discussion wears you out.  You’ve said your peace and now quietly listen.  A story is told to you for the third time and your newly found grace enables you to listen again knowing there will someday be a fourth time.  A serious diagnosis strips you of hope but slowly and surely that noun/verb creeps into every part of your being.  A smile replaces a frown.  The handshake is forgotten and a hug is provided.  “If there’s anything I can do for you,” comes out of your mouth when there is nothing you can do.

Grace.  It’s a beautiful name.  It’s an even better verb when it travels by light speed to become, within us, a noun.  Our lives are truly graced.  We can be grace to each other.  Mary was full of it, so why can’t we be?  There is grace, in plentiful supply, thanks be to God.

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A List of Ten Pet Peeves

5476983_f260Little Annoyances

“A cause of annoyance.” I dropped a cigarette butt on the sidewalk today and a guy told me that that was a “pet peeve” of his. I smiled. Then I thought to myself later, do I have any peeves in my life? I decided I didn’t have any but then came up with ten of them.

1.) Putting gum on your dinner plate, as though you’ll finish chewing it later. (Is gum that expensive?)

2) Wearing a baseball cap while eating, especially if you’re over thirty. (Really? Are you that bald?)

3) Leaving church before it’s ended. (Does three more minutes truly wreck your busy schedule and stress-ridden little life?)

4) Crossing two lanes at the last minute to make a turn. This is a problem in Milwaukee, I don’t know about your city.  Added to this is my deciding to drive through a yellow light and the person behind me follows me closely through the light.  Had I decided not to proceed through that yellow light………

5) You hear one thing on the radio or television and hold on to it and repeat it as though a burning bush spoke to you. (Very common these days.)

6.) Having dinner with someone and she/he answers the cell phone and now you need to sit there and listen to his/her (one-sided) conversation complete with laughter of which is never shared with you.

7.) You’re telling a story about yourself and you are interrupted by your friend whose story may be more interesting; but that’s beside the point.

8.) You’re holding a door for someone and he/she then holds the door as though I was going to let go of it.

9.) Being forced to listen to loud music from the car next to me at the stop light while I’m trying to listen to Rosemary Clooney.

10.) Having to think of ten things to write, just to make it a complete ten, instead of the nine things that I really wanted to say.

The next time you want to leave church before the service is over, try to come up with your own list of nine (or ten) peeves. God will like you more and the presider will appreciate your continuing attendance.

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Mother’s Day Blessing

Mother.
There is only One God and there is only one mother.

God knew you before you were born and so did she. She carries you through the grocery store waddling down aisle after aisle looking for food that you need. She carefully gets into the car and fastens a seat belt around the two of you.

She eats for both of you during those enlarging months. (The ice cream is for her, the yogurt is for you.) Mother. Now one, united but soon to be two. Now, as an undefined unity but soon to be separated but forever one.

Then that day, on that one day, which you think is completely dedicated to you is celebrated with friends but rarely with her, she released you to this waiting world where she waits for you more times than you can imagine.

She teaches you patiently how to hold it until the right time. One day or someday you may teach her how to let go.

She reviews your crayon sketches not knowing what you were attempting to convey but smilingly tells you that it is truly a work of art and worthy of the refrigerator door. (Your first public showing!)

Before her eyes close at night she thinks of you and your safety – and when her eyes open in the morning and the oatmeal needs to be made, she thinks of you once again.

She will drive you where ever you wish to go and sometimes wish not – soccer, football, glee club, drama club, orthodontist, barber and perhaps even a psychologist to help explain your sudden emotional outbursts. You find her to be as demanding as a German commandant and as patient as one who watches paint dry.

She will tickle you, read to you, bathe you, scold and reprimand you for as long as it takes. She will act as president when a decision is to be made, counselor when your first friend abandons you, priest to help bury the gerbil that she never liked anyway, and most importantly she will be the observer – not to haunt but to guide you skillfully and carefully through misguided choices, impulsive decisions and that wrong friend from that neighborhood.

She will judge and weigh you for the rest of her life but she will never condemn you. She will evaluate you and like a good Chess player always stay at least three moves ahead of you. She may not even play Chess but she will win…every time.

You will finally be on your own and think that you are free of her but (and here’s the haunting part), her messages, mantras, platitudes, absolutes, aphorisms, family secrets that no one can ever know about (but everybody does), all her hopes and dreams for you will continue to filter through and live in your mind and soul and heart.

We are in God’s house this day but mother lives more intimately and personally than any deity. No wonder our Christian God is a jealous God, He has mother to compete with Him.

When she dies her legacy will then live within you…whether you like it or not. What started at the grocery store continues now through you. Mother’s continuing life now lives within you. Don’t ignore it. Don’t heed her enduring messages each time but do not ever forget them. (You may try to forget them but those messages have not forgotten you.)

Mother. God bless them. God has to bless them. What choice does He have? What could He, in His creative and omnipotent powers, do without them?

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The Commencement Speech I’ll Never Give

CU-Cap-and-Gown.jpgThe month of May rolls around and the roles of college students changes from those who’s absorbed to now those who will share.  Many will look for jobs, others may have secured theirs and still others may be prone to further their education or just wonder about it at a nearby Starbucks.  This is the speech I’ll never be invited to give.

“Graduates, faculty, trustees, family and most importantly parents.  Thomas Wolfe was right, you can’t go home again.  You’ve lived in a home created just for you for some 22 years but now it is time to create your own home which is not always a brick structure but it is truly a place.

That most of us here have shoes older than you are is not to put you down but to invite you into a perspective that is always broader than yourself.  1992 you were born.  Bill Clinton was president and your fist dose of leadership was a sexual foray of entitlement.  Since then he’s turned out to be a pretty decent guy as is the hope for all of you gathered here today.

More than likely, your parents did not take you to church often because they wanted you to find your own faith which is pretty difficult when there is no foundation to build upon.  In that regard I blame them for their oversight which says more about them then it does their parenting skills.  But not to worry, newly graduated folks, that yearning and emptiness that you will sometimes feel as an adult is a trigger that is requesting your undivided attention.  That trigger is the alert telling you that life is more than only you.

All the helmets and backpacks, seat belts, child seats, strollers (with AM/FM radio) and safety precautions your parents have inflicted upon you are now removed as you venture toward risk, challenges, and dreams with many of them full of failures and rejections.

You’ve successfully clicked your way through high school and college, sometimes using only two fingers.  I envy you but I would never want to copy you.  Remember please that nothing will nor can replace looking someone in the eye while relaying a story instead of using those two fingers of yours.  Nothing can replace a personally written note of sympathy to a friend instead of some Internet card with butterflies roaming the edges.  Nothing can replace the maturity of sincerely telling a lover that you are moving on instead of telling another friend on Facebook.

Never can mistaken communication with intimacy.  Never mistaken the easy road for the one that is honest.  Because, so often now, personal honesty is the only honesty we can trust.

Technology keeps telling us “we are in control” as though we are in control.  Illusions abound.  You’ve all grown up with Harry Potter so I hope you know how the power of illusion can illusion a lazy mind.

You and I are not in control except when it comes to our telling comments, statements and reflections that are shared with close friends.  And they are done in person, one to one.  You’ve watched more television than any generation before you and are apt to be more sarcastic than anyone your age has been.  Sarcasm only rises with experience and yours is just beginning.  If you’ve watching too much “Glee” then you’ve missed out on “Breaking Bad.”

Watch them both and allow a synthesis to occur.  Synthesis.  I fear it is a lost word in our U.S. culture.  We hear, digest and repeat but I fear that we rarely, if ever, synthesize.  That word provides the end of two previous words.  The first is a gathering of thoughts, the second is an opposition to those thoughts and the third, the synthesis, is what lives within you and then becomes future comments or commitments or promises or pledges or allegiances or obligations or even passing whims.

The home that you will now create is within you.  Create it carefully; fill it with worthwhile memories, potentials and dreams.  Guard it with your life because it is your life that will unfold because of what you’ve created.

I’ve haven’t mentioned Jesus Christ, God or His mom.  Figure that out for yourself but know that your home can house many rooms, many chambers, many nooks that contain gems yet to be unfolded or known but are still precious and worthy of your attention.

Be glad that you cannot be home because now you’re able to create a home of your own – person hood, authentic, sincere and worthy of the life you acknowledge this happy day.”

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Verbal Habits

ImageWe throw them out there in conversations.  More than likely we are not even conscious that we are saying them because we’ve used the word or phrase so many times.  I suspect the word or phrase is used to fill “dead air,” as we say in radio until the conversation either changes or continues.  It is annoying to hear them but hear them we do.  A sampling…

“Truthfully,”  is an alarm clock for you to replay all your conversations with this person because now you’re finally about to hear the “truth.”

“The thing of the matter is,” both “thing” and “matter” don’t matter much.  Just tell me what you’re thinking.

“Basically,” I have a graduate degree.  I am capable in handling complex thought patterns, including yours.

“At the end of the day,” At the end of this day I’ll not be standing before you but enjoying soft music and a cocktail.

“You hear what I’m saying?” Often thrown into conversations throughout the conversations.  My eyes tell you that I’m listening to what you’re saying.  My hearing may not be great but you’re talking loud enough that that statement need not be sprinkled throughout your long-winded statements.

“When I was your age,” I know, I know.  There was no air, roads or food.  When I am your age, I hope I never make the listener feel less than human.

“It goes without saying,” Boy, this is a waste of my listening time.

“As a believer,” (church folks)  Okay.  I already know that I’m going to hell.  Can we get lunch now?

“It Is What It Is,” (see same blog)

“Actually,” I thought everything we’ve been talking about has been “actual.”  Now we’re finally getting “actual?”

“You’re a priest, so,” Yeah, I know what I am.  I’ve never committed suicide but I do have some thoughts on the matter.

“You haven’t met my wife,” Yeah, but after meeting you I bet I’d like her a lot.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,”  Now you’re talking.

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