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He could not entirely sympathize with the intensity of her point of
view. If one's earthly love did not turn out as well as the dreams of
it, in that it merely resembled other phases of mortal existence, to be
submitted to. He knew many married couples that fell out at times, but
if they tried to make the best of things as they were, on the whole
they got along pretty well. He was inclined to deprecate the modern
tendency to invest with too much dignity the varying shades of erotic
emotion. It was one of the things which led to divorce--this
beatification of earthly, fleshly love.
Had not the highest and holiest lives been led in the entire absence of
it, by its ruthless extirpation? Not merely saints, martyrs and great
popes, but ordinary priests like himself, ordinary nuns like the
hospital sisters, had yielded up that side of life freely and been the
better for it, more single-minded in the service of the Lord.
He did not believe that a woman who had met with disappointment in this
regard should make of it such a monument of woe. Let her contemplate
her position with a little more courage and resignation; let her not
exaggerate the importance of her own personal feelings; let her yield
up her pride and stubbornness and essay to do her duty in that
relationship which she had chosen for herself, with the sanction of the
Church.
Father Hervey had sat in a confessional box for nearly fifty years. He
knew a very great deal about marriage from without. He had seen its
glories and its shames reflected in the hearts of thousands. But he
never felt its meanings in his own heart, at first hand.
Perhaps if its priesthood were not celibate, the Roman Church would not
so unyieldingly insist upon the indissolubility of marriage. But if
its priesthood were not celibate, the Roman Church would almost surely
lose much of its grip upon the imagination. The mind of the average
laymen, Catholic or not, cannot but be powerfully moved by the
spectacle of a body of educated men, leaders in their communities,
voluntarily renouncing the most appealing of human relationships for
the sake of a supernatural ideal.
It is because the average man does not and cannot live without women
which causes him to regard a priest with a species of awe. Reason as
you will about it, justify the married clergy with the words of St.
Paul and God's promptings within us, the fact remains that the Roman
priest alone does what we can't do, lives as we couldn't live; he alone
demonstrates that he is of somewhat different clay; he alone mystifies
us; and mystery is the essence of sacerdotalism and authority.
"Georgia," resumed Father Hervey, "if all your pretty dreams have not
come true, remember they never do in this life. You must learn to
compromise."
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