The Good Catholic Page #6

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in your life...

That you have made a serious...

All-encompassing commitment to.

I mean, you speak of Ollie's

quirks as if, uh...

Have you,

ever, at your worst,

even considered making

god second?

Have you ever considered

not being such an assface?

Yes or no?

Father.

I think this is something we

can more appropriately address

once our guest has...

Yes or no?

No.

Dick.

So Daniel. We're not quivering

over semantics, or are we

trying to compare out hobbies

with our purpose.

What.

Is.

Your.

Passion?

I'm gonna go.

Afraid of the answer?

Not half as much as you are.

It was nice to meet you.

Jane you don't have to...

Let her go.

Was that supposed to, like, have

some sort of deeper meaning?

In our work. Everything has

some sort of deeper meaning.

Sure.

See you around.

God bless, Jessica.

Eat a dick, father.

Is there really no cake?

Really?

What do you want me to say?

Can we please talk about this

anywhere else?

Talk about what?

Please?

Talk about what Daniel?

It's just... she's.

Us.

Us?

I think she means them.

Is there something

you want to say to me?

No.

Bullshit.

Nothing happened.

Bullshit.

Daniel. Nothing.

Enough!

This is not a game.

You're not trying this out to see if maybe

you're able to make a commitment to god.

This is how you breathe.

Eat. Live. Love. Everything.

This is you.

Father Daniel Jameson.

I don't know what's going on

between you two.

- And it sounds like you don't either.

- Nothing.

It was nothing.

Jane.

You're human.

We all are.

This is...

These things happen.

I'm not asking questions.

I'm not...

Whatever happened.

Whatever it was,

all that matters is this:

What do you believe

what do you want Daniel?

I want to be a man of god.

That's all I ever wanted.

And that's enough Daniel.

That's enough.

It'll be okay.

You haven't lost faith,

have you?

No.

I never had it.

Until I met her.

Everything will be okay.

It's just, we have to...

It has to be. It has to be.

Because that's what people say.

We say that because

we think that it will be.

Think.

Know.

Hope.

Because nobody knows, mom.

Nobody knows.

That's why it's called faith.

I don't. I don't know what you

want me to...

It's... it's not magic.

It's not magic.

We're just people. We just...

We try to be

you know, we make choices that,

uh...

We just try to help people.

I miss him too.

I know.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

I love you, too.

God is in the details.

I've hear the same about

the devil.

I suppose it depends on what

details you're focusing on.

Sorry.

We all said things

last night that...

No. For everything.

It's been a rough year.

And, uh...

I just thought that I could...

That I could...

You know, I just...

I don't know. I don't know.

Oh, bullshit.

Daniel.

No. I know exactly what

I've been... I've been.

You get... lost.

Just. Everything is about...

You get caught up in yourself,

and uh...

And I just... somewhere along the

way it just all became about me.

And...

I felt...

Empty.

Spent.

And. I just... I tried.

But she...

Made me forget about all that.

You know, she...

Made sense

when nothing really did.

But see that's just

me thinking about me

about what I want, and about...

What makes me feel like I,

what makes me...

Feel.

I... i... I don't mean that...

It's not that...

I made a promise

a commitment to something that

is bigger than myself

and, I can't break that

to just...

Ease my mind. Or my fears.

My... love.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

And I'm back.

God bless.

God bless.

Before you go,

think I could run

part of my homily by you?

You want my feedback?

Okay.

Have you been reading much,

John lately?

Yeah. Well,

I'm a little bit more of

a Ringo man myself. But...

Sorry.

Laugh pause.

That actually was pretty funny.

Trust yourself.

No one has ever seen god.

But, if we love each other,

god lives in us.

John, 4-12.

I probably read that over

100 times in my life.

I thought I knew what it meant

but it turns out

I never really understood

mush about it at all.

Seeing god.

It's not that I don't see him.

I do.

It's just that I've always

assumed that

it could be done only one way.

Through prayer.

Through faith.

Through the perfect ritual

of mass.

If it worked for me.

Why not everyone else?

If we love each other,

god lives in us.

What does that really mean?

Love itself cannot

be defined or...

Understood, or...

Quantified.

Denied.

If god is a mystery,

love probably is as well.

Because, at the end of the day,

after a lifetime

of theological study,

my knowledge of love and god

amounts to little more than

these two truths:

One:

They both exist.

And two:

When it comes to

the matters of god

or the matters of love,

I can no longer tell

the difference.

And for this,

I feel blessed.

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