The forsythia are leaking yellow drops of spring. The sun-faced daffodils dance in prairie winds while the willow weeps slender streams of golden green. The air is twittering with song birds. This morning eight American goldfinch crowded our feeder. The plovers scuttle across the fields. I saw a hawk on the side of the highway gathering nesting straw. I am still waiting for the scissor-tailed flycatcher to return. Let me know if you see them.
This is also Holy Week, the season of betrayal and hope, death and new life. The Roman Catholic Church reels in the scandal of new allegations of child sexual abuse in Europe. Worse still is the revelation that bishops, cardinals, and popes have betrayed children - dare I say raped them again - and their families with denial obfuscation, and concealment of the truth.
As the acorn must go down into the earth in order to resurrect as a great tree; as Jesus died in the face of imperial power in order to offer the hope of life beyond Caesar; so must the Pope resign his seat of power if ever the Roman Catholic Church is to be purged of this scandal. The salvation of the church calls for such an offering and full disclosure of every file and fact. Benedict XVI can only resurrect the meaning and vitality of the church by offering this sacrifce as deep penance for the sins of the fathers.
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