My Snarky Presbyterian Roots are Showing
I think I just figured out why the US years ago denied the Vatican anything other than "observer" status at the UN.
Imagine an entire country where all the paid official hierarchy, the official decisionmaking voting "college" of Cardinals in pink yarmulkas, and all their aspirants and all adulating ambitious underlings made a firm decision one day that -hey, I can live happily without women.
Except the kind that will do the dishes, clean up the pews, pass out the program, wash the sheets, vacuum the rectory, pay the bills, and read scripture when we run out of men deacon or seminarians to do it. An Entire Country who don't need women to tell them what to do about anything.
I have heard from the greatest men that what makes them humble is that every so often their wives will tell them "Honey, it's your turn to take out the trash" or "can you please take the dog out for a walk I did it yesterday" or "can you pick the kids up after soccer practice" or "please help little Johnny learn his numbers, he can't figure out how to tell time." Women in the real world interact with men on a totally different level than priests who think that they have to be jesus, and some confuse themselves with him to a point where they are swallowed whole by their own conceits.
God will humble the proud. Every time. When the church gets too big for it's boots, the church will be humbled by God himself. From inside or outside, it's coming.
Honey, can you please do the dishes, I have to teach a class tonight.
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