Introibo ad altare ...me
An update on Fr. Michael Fugee.
Archbishop John Myers of the Archdiocese of Newark, New Jersey pretty much cleared Fr. Fugee for active duty. Who am I to criticize or object? In fact, today I felt sorry for even posting about his case and other such matters. How do they concern me? Why do I protest such matters? Why? Writing as I do about such stories only alienates further SSA friends and SSA priests I know. Who am I to judge who is or who is not suitable for ordination?
It is enough to accept that Father Michael Fugee has been exonerated of any crime; his sexual orientation is a private matter, despite what the CDF says about such things.
I have to wonder how tough it must be to go to work each day when everyone else in the chancery knows what happened and knows of your personal, moral struggles. Although I do not need to speculate or add to that.
That said, as we become aware of these disturbing situations, even as the scenarios continue to be repeated, the elephant in the room gradually becomes more visible. Beneath the Aubusson rugs, the vestments and lace, behind the veils, within the canopied baroque splendor, shimmering under candlelight reflected upon gilded ornament ... and as the incense clears ... one might glimpse it.
Yes. I think so.
Have mercy on me O Lord...
In the face of all my foes
I am a reproach,
an object of scorn to my neighborsand of fear to my friends.