This is a tongue in cheek question, of course.
I have some sympathy for the Ottawa priest whose credit card statements were stolen from his home and who disclosed to his own parishioners about his battles with depression. I was impressed to hear on CBC Radio One about last night's healing ceremony and support from his congregation.
We're only human. Yet... we would expect better from those who represent pillars of our community.
In my novel The Year of the Rabbit, a novice priest had faced depression and thoughts of suicide until he met an alluring, convincing woman. Years later - by fate or by coincidence - he is stationed in the same town and parish where she lives with her husband and five children. It is the discovery of the youngest girl that alters his path once again.
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