In today’s e-blast, Tom Roeser expatiates on possible pseudo-solution to the Card. George-Fr. Pfleger impasse. (The ball is in P’s “corner,” says Card. G., who is not good at sports terminology.) Roeser speculates that it will be dissolved in a splurge of ecclesiastical realpolitik and takes a shot at an agreeement:
Q. Not that you have a glimmer of what a possible settlement would be?
A. I don’t. But suppose…just suppose… there comes an offer for Pfleger to head up a newly created archdiocesan office of Social Justice…so he could visit a number of parishes and do variants of his St. Sabina’s act with a hand mike where he bounced off the walls imitating Hillary Clinton. Wouldn’t that be ducky?
No, no, no. Wldn’t fly with Fr. P., unless (maybe) he could live at St. S. and preach there on Sundays. The extra-St. Sabina stuff he does is ancillary. He’s married to the parish — which he never calls a parish, preferring church or congregation or faith community, because (I say) parish says unit of archdiocese, which has no place in P’s playbook. And he considers divorce immoral.
In St. S. he has a stable home, a place to belong to, where he can feel the love. He will not go gently into the dark night of unaffiliation. In my opinion.