McCarrick thoughts 7/24/20
You may ask why I would confine the whole scandal to one particular odious name -- b/c I'm from the newly-formed-then Diocese of Metuchen, under McCarrick, so it feels personal ......
I've recently read more about this, and it's even more disturbing, now that I now his beach house bordello was literally one town over, from where I summered with my parents! (Also, his location was much more wealthy and exclusive; Mary Higgins Clark also called Sea Girt home.) The image I have in my mind is of a little Catholic girl, who went out for ice cream someplace special with her aunt and uncle, and just made it back in time for the Saturday vigil Mass - in fact, they dropped me at the church. And as I was walking up the sidewalk, I saw Father, and I apologized for going in, in casual shorts and beach clothes, explaining where I had just come from. He smiled & complimented me on knowing Church was important enough to get to, no matter what I looked like. That was always a sweet thought for me ... until today. Today I'm seeing a small girl who was just past her First Holy Communion and aware that maybe even this "you gotta try it!" ice cream parlor wasn't enough of a good excuse for showing up in church in polyester shorts and flip-flops --- whilst one town away a Catholic with a big label was breaking vows and destroying lives (I say that, b/c none of the young men he is ever photographed with look happy. McCarrick, he looks gleeful - like me when I see allll that stuffing on Thanksgiving!) Answering for my own faith, keeping my own side of the street clean, I am thankful that I recognized the right thing to do --
And yeahhh I guess I should pray for him +
I've recently read more about this, and it's even more disturbing, now that I now his beach house bordello was literally one town over, from where I summered with my parents! (Also, his location was much more wealthy and exclusive; Mary Higgins Clark also called Sea Girt home.) The image I have in my mind is of a little Catholic girl, who went out for ice cream someplace special with her aunt and uncle, and just made it back in time for the Saturday vigil Mass - in fact, they dropped me at the church. And as I was walking up the sidewalk, I saw Father, and I apologized for going in, in casual shorts and beach clothes, explaining where I had just come from. He smiled & complimented me on knowing Church was important enough to get to, no matter what I looked like. That was always a sweet thought for me ... until today. Today I'm seeing a small girl who was just past her First Holy Communion and aware that maybe even this "you gotta try it!" ice cream parlor wasn't enough of a good excuse for showing up in church in polyester shorts and flip-flops --- whilst one town away a Catholic with a big label was breaking vows and destroying lives (I say that, b/c none of the young men he is ever photographed with look happy. McCarrick, he looks gleeful - like me when I see allll that stuffing on Thanksgiving!) Answering for my own faith, keeping my own side of the street clean, I am thankful that I recognized the right thing to do --
And yeahhh I guess I should pray for him +
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