It was easy during the old times: families have given priests a special place in their homes. Now, however, as more and more marriages and families are breaking up, priests have not been given that same special place.
Here is a an article about a sad story that, perhaps, can help us to remember our priests. In our homes and in our hearts we welcome and treat them as a dear friend.
OPINION: It is hardly fair to sneer at a new association of Irish priests as a mere clerical trade union, writes DAVID RICE
THE ITALIAN alpine village of Villaretto was drowsing under its blanket of snow when, on January 26th, 1985, the parish priest hanged himself, just before the Saturday evening Mass. He left three farewell letters, one addressed to the altar servers. It read: “Be more friendly and generous with your next priest: do not leave him alone at the altar.”
Those words have haunted me for years, for we do leave our priests alone at the altar and the loneliness of many a priest is a crucifixion.
I know, for I once was one. I left and am no longer lonely, but many truly heroic men have stayed and live their crucifixion daily, a far worse one than I ever had to endure.
The loneliness of many priests today is infinitely crueller than anything I experienced 30 years ago. Just to give one example: last month a priest friend of mine in Dublin was talking to a boy after Sunday Mass, when the boy’s father came up to him and said: “Father, I’d rather you stayed away from my son.”
The rest of the article is found here.
Thanks to Esther G., who first shared this article with us.