There was this one priest, Father Breen, who I just adored. He baptized me, heard my first confession, gave me my first communion, and confirmed me. He was the only priest I can look back on with certainty and know that he was not a homosexual, and really wanted to give his life to god. If he is a homosexual, he does an extremely great job of hiding it. I can spot one from 50 yards with a supermodel on his arm, trust me. Looking back on all the priests I've known, aside from him, they were all gay. I really only knew one nun very well, and she was most certainly a lesbian.
The last mass I attended was the one before my own children's baptism, which I allowed because it was so important to my grandparents. My jaw dropped when Father Breen told everyone that he thought that people who weren't ready for children were irresponsible to not use birth control, despite the doctrine of the church. He has since been forced into retirement. I respect him a lot for that, especially considering my line of work.
The last mass I attended was the one before my own children's baptism, which I allowed because it was so important to my grandparents. My jaw dropped when Father Breen told everyone that he thought that people who weren't ready for children were irresponsible to not use birth control, despite the doctrine of the church. He has since been forced into retirement. I respect him a lot for that, especially considering my line of work.
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