You know, Gary, I’ve been thinking about becoming a priest. The world is such a frightening place for so many people. They know our little planet is traveling tens of thousands of miles per hour through space, contained within the gravitational field of a galaxy that’s traveling like a bat out of hell, and that our journey is from x,y,z,t of nowhere to another x,y,z,t of nowhere. They know that in the end we are all snubbed out, that there is this sense that what awaits us is a black abyss of absolute nothingness and nonexistence, and that any meaning that we might have thought we had doesn’t even qualify as a memory within the abyss, or even as a metaphysical fart. People need something that gives them hope and even a sense of purpose.
“That’s very noble and all, John, and it is your life. It just seems to me that you wouldn’t do all that well in a job that required you to be some limp-dick, sexless guru. What do they call it? Sacerdotal chastity? I’ve double-dated with you enough to know you’re not gonna be able to give it up, dude. You sure nailed the shit out of Sarah the other night.”
Well, I shouldn’t have.
“I didn’t hear her complain, man. It’s just that I don’t see what’s gotten into you is all.”
I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I’ve studied all the writings of the Church Fathers and I’ve taken extensive training on the Greek and Hebrew languages so I can read much of the original literature of the Church. It’s like there is something inside of me that is driving me to do this, and looking back on my life now, I can see that it has been inside me for years.
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