I remembered back to this past spring. I’d just hung up the phone. It
was late and the conversation with yet another clergy abuse survivor
had zapped my strength and spirit as they’d recounted to me the horrors
of their youth. I looked to the clock and knew I should be heading to
bed because tomorrow was Easter. Easter. The celebratory feast day that millions of Catholics would spend rejoicing and celebrating the resurrection of Jesus.
I also knew that the survivor I’d just spoken with would not
be attending Church tomorrow; instead the victim of clergy abuse would
struggle to get out of bed and spend most of the day weeping ...
Just as I know; Jesus weeps.
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