Monday, December 3, 2012
Here's a clue, since you obviously do not have one.
If you want to be mollycoddled click your way on over to Father Zzz's blog, click the DONATE button, the register as a user so the control freak knows who you are and where you live, THEN agree with everything he writes, gush over his cooking segments, swoon over his smugness and your world will be a-okay for you.
If you want a does of real ecclesiastical life, stick with me. I'll tell you how it is. Been there. Done that. Got the tee shirt, working on the hat. I've worked in a parish, SURVIVED the chancery, lived in a monastery, and way back when worked and scratched my way through seminary.
Cynical? Bitter? Angry? Yes. No. No.
Love the Church and the priesthood.
Like to laugh? This is the place for you. MAYBE, just maybe, between the lines of sarcasm, and irreverent wit, you just might be able to glean a hint of wisdom and a smidgen of sanctity. Don't count on it, but look for it. We might both be surprised!
If you are a home schooling mom or a hardworking husband with a devoted wife, a half dozen children and another on the way, this is not the blog for you. Totter on over the NFP website and print out their online guide.
For those of you that like what you see here, check back every three days or so. Unlike Father Zzzzzzz, Father D has an actual assignment with the accompanying responsibilities. As much as I would love to sit at home all day and blog every thought, tittle and butt scratch, I can't. If you know a priest that updates his blog more than twice (or thrice) daily, he has way too much time on his hands. Write to his bishop so he can be given a supplemental apostolate.