The Priest

The good-looking young priest served his God. He tried to be a good priest, to be a father figure, but he was tempted at every turn. In the summertime young girls would go to confession wearing dresses especially designed to provoke him. He looked the other way and they came again. His friends were all married. He was married to God. Old ladies gossipped and some even said he should be allowed to have a wife. He was young and he had a right to such things, flock or no flock. But the Pope wouldn't listen. The Pope repeated over and over again that the white collar helps a man remain pure. Does pure mean having no love other than a distant kind of love? Maybe the old ladies will one day speak with the Pope. Somebody somewhere must change the enforced Celibacy ruling.