The Church That Forgot Christ

Mark Twain once said, “Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” If this is true, then Jimmy Breslin is in harm’s way. He unleashes his sometimes irrational anger at the Roman Catholic Church—its bishops, its priests and even its would-be saints. Beginning his acerbic rant by proclaiming,“I qualify for the rank of bishop because I’m not a pedophile,” he proffers the seemingly serious proposal that, having given up on the Catholic Church in which he was reared, he become bishop of his own church. He sees himself as a man with a divinely inspired mission: to destroy the church of demons and replace it with a church that will have “no gold, brocade, rings or any other vain, useless articles. A gold ring on a bishop’s finger is the commercial of a pimp.”


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