There was a time when the Roman Catholic confessional was sacrosanct. A murderer could confess remorse for his crime, secure in the knowledge the priest would never reveal the facts to anyone. It seems those days are no longer with us. Today, there is money to be made from the spiritual doubts and human frailties declared in confidence to the Catholic confessors who play at being God, and now pay only lip service to that long-retired human dignity once called ‘honor’.
Mother Teresa was an icon to some, a prime example of how goodness can manifest in human form, to many. Now, ten years after her death, the woman who devoted her life to caring for those in need, is being betrayed by the Church of Rome, a church she faithfully served for nearly sixty years.
Letters she wrote to her confessors, pouring forth her doubts, the spiritual darkness and loneliness in which she spent most of her life, were no different from the outpourings of any Catholic parishioner confined within the confidence of the confessional. Mother Teresa recognized that fact, leaving strict instructions that all her letters be burned, destroyed, and on no account made public.
The Church of Rome has chosen to disregard Mother Teresa’s last wishes and is selling the letters to the highest bidder. Heading the queue, having secured first serial rights, is Time magazine.
It has to be wondered why the Church of Rome has chosen this time to publicize its stunning portrayal of Judas Iscariot. Could it, one ponders, have anything to do with the empty coffers following recent heavy payouts after the “little boys for Catholic clergymen” scandals that erupted like suppurating sores all over the body of the Roman Church?
The late nun’s letters disclosing her spiritual agonies, her isolation from the savior she dutifully served, are worth plenty on the open market. Catholics worldwide will rush to savor the intimate disclosures. Amazon will undoubtedly thrust it high on their bestseller list. El Popey’s coffers will once again resound to the tinkle of silver; this time, no doubt, many more than thirty pieces.
It would seem, despite all her manifest good works, Mother Teresa, the “Saint of the Gutters”, is worth more to the Roman Catholic church dead, than she ever was alive.
No doubt any peripheral feelings of guilt will be easily assuaged when they proclaim her a Saint.
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