Knitting Therapy

The priest at the Catholic house on campus has just resigned because someone (a guy) reportedly had sex with him. I don't know how to deal with this. This priest made going to church worthwhile again, after the lackluster priest who took over at mom's church back home made me want to stay far away. This priest actually made me want to identify myself as a Catholic again, something that (as many of you know) I've struggled with for quite a long time. I'm shocked, I'm appalled, and most of all, I feel betrayed. I just can't believe that this priest, a man who tried his hardest to bring a refuge of faith into a fairly liberal and extremely rigorous academic community, has violated his vows. Whether or not those vows are a good idea (I'm one of that group who thinks maybe priests should be able to marry, if only to increase the dwindling number of priests) is irrelevant - he made those vows, he promised to bring all the trappings of Catholicism onto campus, and he failed, explosively. I don't know if I can identify myself as a Catholic - again. I don't know what to do, or who to talk to, because normally I'd go off and talk to this priest about issues of faith. Where do I go now?

But at least it's Wednesday. And there are milkshakes.