
Everyone makes mistakes.
Once upon a time in a diocese in the middle of a large country there lived a young handsome priest who was also the pastor of a large inner city parish. He did not have an assistant pastor, although he had various lay people to help him run the parish. He had a beautiful administrative assistant, who happened to be married with children. Her children were grown up enough that she felt fine about working outside of the home.
“The honesty is too much.”
One day, after a long time of working together, perhaps late into the night, Father and Mrs. X must have looked into each other’s eyes after their hands touched briefly at the filing cabinet. In a moment of weakness, their fondness for one another exploded and they found themselves in a torrid embrace… and they made passionate love… and Mrs. X conceived. God bless her, she carried Father’s child to term and her husband thought the baby was his… until…
“Papa don’t preach.”
And so Father was shamefacedly removed from the parish and sent into exile to a desk job - hidden from the public eye, even though he did penance for his sins and made amends as best he could. But to this day, whenever the parish church is brought up, or Father’s name is mentioned, or just the neighborhood spoken of, good, devout, daily Mass going Catholics are heard to ask, “Isn’t that the church where the priest fathered a child?” Or, “Isn’t that the priest who had an affair and the woman had his baby?” I have never heard anyone say, “God bless them - everyone makes mistakes!” And then proceed to celebrate the birth of their baby.
“The way we were.”
And I only heard the story when I asked someone, “Whatever happened to Fr. So and So?” And my co-worker responded, “You mean you don’t know that he had a kid?” If he had never told me the story - I would never have known. The moral of this story is that people cannot excuse, forgive, or forget Father’s mistake… although tonight at the Republican National Convention, two high school kids will be celebrated for having pre-marital sex and keeping their baby.
Yes, I’m a bad man because I never liked the movie “Juno” - or approved of the recent spate of teen pregnancies because of it, nor the fact that we have the highest teen pregnancy rate in the world - and yet popular-Christian-culture seems to reward the girls (and guys) for having sex out of wedlock because they are keeping their baby.
[Oh - and leave Sarah's daughter and boyfriend alone? Who brought the family to the convention - who told the nation she was pregnant? Who made it an issue in the first place?]