Monday, August 31, 2009

Bishop Martino is Pooped Out

Our Good Shepherd Bishop Martino has thrown in the towel.

"As the song says, you have to know when to hold them and when to fold them," Martino said at a news conference. "And I think it's time to move on."

Martino had been heavily criticized by some parishioners who felt his imperious leadership and staunch defense of Catholic orthodoxy had alienated many in the diocese of 350,000. Supporters said Martino was simply enforcing church doctrine.

The bishop conceded Monday that the stress has taken its toll.

"For some time now, there has not been a clear consensus among the clergy and people of the Diocese of Scranton regarding my pastoral initiatives or my way of governance," Martino said. "This development has caused me great sorrow, resulting in bouts of insomnia and at times a crippling physical fatigue."

Dude - join the club!

At least when families formed in the faith needed a candle to point their children towards in the wackiness of their parishes and diocese underneath him, they had back up that gave credibility to the authentic teachings of the Church. Something most of us are salivating for...

That what we're doing now? Handing the potential faithful of the next generation over to the unfaithful and saying... KNOCK YOURSELVES OUT! ??

I have many friends who think so.

I guess, in a lot of ways, most of us have done it ourselves? We've packed up our children, our families and taken them to safe havens - left the unholy ground to devour everyone up.

Good luck to ya. Enjoy the plagues.

Bishop Martino ought to take a rest for himself and then get a blog where the rest of us are hanging out with the Blood of the Lamb on our doorways.

He can't waste that talent. We could use him. We need him.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

On another blog, someone commented that Bishop Martino sounded depressed (as in clinically depressed). I wouldn't be surprised, considering the attacks he's endured, personal and spiritual.

From the beautiful City of Boston said...

The poor bugger.