As I’ve always said, and excuse my “French”, the main job of the priest is get his own hell out of the way so that he might be given over to manifesting the priesthood of the One and Only Priest, Christ Jesus. That’s all the priest has to do, get his own hell out of the way, doing this by Confession and prayer and doing what he’s supposed to do according to Christ Jesus and His Church, regardless of any disgruntlement of secular or even religious authorities who act ultra vires (beyond their powers) in their promotion of abortion (collecting monies for abortion programs), abortion tainted vaccines, promotion of the “vision of Pope Francis” regardless of idol worship, encouragement of alphabet sex, etc. The priest is not to compromise, not ever. Jesus will take care of His being a priest, even though the priest has enemies in the episcopacy and among his fellow priests.
- “But Father George! Father George! You don’t sound very happy as a priest! Maybe you should be one of those married priests, Father George!”
This is perhaps too much a secret. All priests are married to the Church through their daily repeated wedding vows every time they say Holy Mass, acting in Persona Christi: This is my body given for you in Sacrifice, my blood poured out for you in Sacrifice, for the many, for the forgiveness of sin.
Also, about happiness in the priesthood. This happiness is occasioned by not compromising, then, of course, getting smashed down, but then watching the One High Priest go to work. I’ve seen it so many times in my own priesthood. It’s really quite exhilarating, making one laugh out loud however serious the circumstances. As the Master so the disciple doesn’t only refer to the joy of remaining steadfast in times of trial and tribulation (and that is a great joy), but also to that which Christ Jesus referred when He spoke of the subsequent blessedness of those who stood by Him in His trials: “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful. […] Enter into the joy of your master!”
I’m forever wanting to go to heaven. That’s not presumption, but the hope we must have. One of the many rocks I received with various of my oft-repeated sayings:
Today, Tuesday, is my anniversary. But all the partying was all on Sunday after the last Holy Mass, before Communion Calls. But beforehand, earlier in the day: