We even begin to pick at people. It gets personal. Those feelings, those things we all wish the Church would just leave alone, meet us face to face. The mystery, the power, the wholeness, the reality is the oneness of both lives. They are one, our lives in Christ and our lives in the Church.
Holiness abounds even in the unseemly, and in the imperfections.
I should like to see you destroyed, and yet I need your presence. I have seen nothing in the world more devoted to obscurity, more compromised, more false, and I have touched nothing more pure, more generous, more beautiful. How often I have wanted to shut the doors of my soul in your face, and how often I have prayed to die in the safety of your arms. No, I cannot free myself from you, because I am you, although not completely.