The afternoon was dedicated to solving some problems in the Church with a hyper-qualified canon lawyer. Fully 73 emails back and forth. More on that will have to wait for the next day.
Even when one is working with the best of friends, plotting on how best to help other priests, it sometimes seems as if one is dealing with nothing more than the Senate and People of Rome: SPQR, a name that is trodden underfoot as a sewer cover acronym. No real fraternity. That’s why it’s plotting, not planning. One’s enemies against whom one plots are other priests who have lost the plot, who make life miserable for their fellow priests. The plotting involves terrible things such as goodness and kindness and respect for one another. Not so bad come to think of it, but some hate this with true vengeance as it doesn’t fit in with their political agenda.
But now the evening has come and the very first chance I’ve had to take a break, which was happily occasioned by some priest friends of yore, one who was a past student of mine and the successor of a parish I had while teaching in a seminary in Australia. The other was a fellow teacher at the seminary, a brilliant Church historian. A limoncello hit the spot very nicely while all the problems of the Church and the world were solved ever so expeditiously, the more so as sips of such citrusness went down the hatch.
I must say that this was one of the most enjoyable moments of priestly fraternity in which I’ve rejoiced in a long long time. Nothing like SPQR. Instead, priestly fraternity is much more like being blood brothers in Jesus, and we are: this is the chalice of my blood poured out for you… Pray for vocations: Hail Mary…