| TOGETHER, AS A NATION, WE CAN FIND MY GLASSES |
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By Cardinal Cormac Murphy O'Connor IT has been a troubling 48 hours in the history of our ancient but resilient nation. For so it was, at around 11.30 on Tuesday morning, I realised with a heavy heart and a sagging spirit, that I could not find my glasses.
I scoured the surface of my desk, I looked in its drawers, I even looked underneath my desk. But reward was elusive. I crammed my fingers down the side of the seat cushion only to find a drawing pin. Like a crown of thorns it pierced my all too human flesh. I thought of Pope Deciduous XV who, in his letter to the Second Council of Magaluf, wrote: "It may seem, at times, that God is not on your side. It may seem, at times, that God is unreasonable or even demented. But take comfort in the knowledge that it is God who knows the hiding places, it is God who seeks endlessly and it is God who will remember all the things that you have forgotten." It was then that I was touched by a wondrous revelation: I should get someone to help me. Like St Urethra and St Calendula searching for the True Grail, we covered the four corners (of my reading nook as opposed to the Assyrian Empire). But the glasses, like the simple jewel-encrusted, solid-gold chalice that held the blood of the Prince of Peace, remained unfound. And as I uttered a final 'amen', the wisdom of the ages tapped me on the shoulder and its message was clear: We should get more people to help. Let us, in good heart and strong faith, take up the challenge that God has set before us. All of us, working as one. Except, of course, the homosexuals. I do not want your help. But I will need my glasses so that I may observe your sin. |
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