Adoración permanente en San Carlos Borromeo–¡Ja, esto es para mi!
Ayer me regodeaba con mi post anterior y ahora vengo a leer esta poesía:
I wish for the reform’s reform
And pray for all the many,
But scorn the local parish priest,
And won’t give him a penny.
I show my charity each time
I write a scolding letter
That I’m ignored is proof that Father
Won’t try to be better.
My parish is too full of people
I’d kick out tomorrow;
Their faults drag my perfection down
Their follies are my sorrow.
Yet, still, I love the Catholic Church!
In her, all men are brothers!
(But only if they’re just like me:
She should toss out the others.)
If you "love the Church" but can't stand 99% of her members, something is wrong. He who does not love his fellow parishioner whom he has seen cannot love "the Church" he has not seen.