Snakes in a Church

People might well wonder: if I have such problems with the hierarchical Church, why do I continue to be a priest, even in a Catholic Church free of the pope?
It’s a good question, and there are no easy answers. This week, I’ll have been a priest for fifteen years, not that it’s resembled any sort of a traditional ministry. Dealing with my own abuse issues and trying to help others with theirs has not left much scope for that, though I’ve performed the entire range of sacramental services.
And the abuse issues have always been a factor, even before I was aware of them. The day of my ordination, a friend asked, “Do I have to call you “father” now?” My unconsidered reply: “Please don’t, because when I hear that word, I look around to see who’s sneaking up on me.”
Talk about clueless, indeed; but I think my answer indicates the real reason. To face my memories, I had to have the same powers as I felt my perpetrator had. The playing field had to be leveled.
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