The Greatest Evil

Koesler shook his head. “Doesn’t leave much room, does it?”

Tully rose and began pacing slowly. “According to that statement, there isn’t any practical distinction between infallibility and the ordinary teaching office of the Church.

“‘… whether in solemn judgment or in the ordinary and universal magisterium …’” he repeated slowly.

“To be perfectly frank, Bob, I don’t think this document is being very fair toward the Church. What sort of institution will not leave a margin for error? And, since the framers of this Profession believe that this stuff is part of the deposit of faith-that it goes right back to the beginning of Christianity-it covers things like usury-condemning money lending-and Galileo-and earth being the center of the universe-and evolution-and on and on.

“And it also includes today’s concerns: like women priests, a married priesthood, birth control … etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.” He shook his head. “The Church has reconsidered … and it will have to reconsider again.

“But what are we supposed to do?” Tully raised his hands in a gesture of frustration. “Form our faith and morals along with the Church and then change our minds with the Church? And do we do all this whether the teaching is infallible or not? What’s the point of having infallibility”-he threw up his hands again-”what does infallibility stand for, if we’re not going to make a practical distinction between ordinary and infallible teaching? I suppose the antonym of ‘infallible’ is ‘fallible.’ But the way this document is written, the Church has two ways to be right! And no way to be wrong!”

A feeling of relief permeated Koesler’s mind. He understood and could sympathize with much of Tully’s argument. But, bottom line, it was not Father Koesler who would be asked to make this Profession of Faith. Regardless, he would not shy from helping Father Tully make up his mind what to do. The important thing was that Tully be the one to decide the response to this demand.

But, Koesler recalled, there were two documents that required a new pastor’s external assent. “What about the other statement … the Oath of Fidelity?”

Tully again picked up the paper from which he had read. “There’s more, all right. But to my mind the damage was done by the Profession of Faith.”

The rectory was now in shadow. Tully switched on the lamp next to his chair. “I’ll just read you the salient parts.

“‘In carrying out my charge, which is committed to me in the name of the Church, I shall preserve the deposit of faith in its entirety, hand it on faithfully and make it shine forth. As a result, whatsoever teachings are contrary I shall shun.

“‘I shall follow and foster the common discipline of the whole Church and shall look after the observance of all ecclesiastical laws, especially those which are contained in the Code of Canon Law.’

“And finally, ‘With Christian obedience I shall associate myself with what is expressed by the holy shepherds as authentic doctors and teachers of the faith or established by them as the Church’s rulers …’”

Tully let the document flutter to the floor as he looked up dejectedly at Koesler.

“That’s it?” Koesler asked.

Tully was surprised. “That’s not enough?”

“Oh, it’s enough, all right.” Koesler took a chair opposite Tully.

“To tell the truth, Bob, this bothers me more than I’ve let on. And we’re getting closer all the time to the point of no return.”

“How’s that?”

“I take it that when you accept that document making you a Senior Priest”-here, Tully did a better-than- passing imitation of Delvecchio’s voice. “‘We do not speak of retirement from the priesthood’”-now he returned to his own voice. “in effect you will be a Senior Priest. In effect, you will retire, too.”

Koesler laughed at the mimicry. “I don’t get the impression that it works all that automatically. I mean, it’s not like Australian tag team-where one wrestler tags his partner and then takes over the match. There’s probably a little room to breathe.

“But, yes, I don’t think they expect me to linger here for months-or even weeks.”

“Okay, so it’s not tonight. But sometime very soon, I’m going to be face to face with a Profession of Faith and an Oath of Fidelity. And, frankly, Bob, I don’t know what I’m going to do. But it sure looks as if the ball is in my court.”

There was silence as both priests considered the situation.

“This is awkward, isn’t it?” Koesler said finally.

“You betcha!” Tully confirmed.

“Your appointment should be published soon in the Detroit Catholic. And of course the parishioners here have been informed for at least several weeks. Most of them are familiar with you from your stay last year.” Koesler paused. “These papers-the Profession and Oath-they are the only problem facing us?”

“Absolutely. I mean, I prayed over this move for months before deciding to come here. I really loved the folks in Dallas. It was painful to leave them. And that option is closed since the Josephites have already named my successor. I can’t go back to Dallas.”

“I hesitate to ask,” Koesler said, “but do you have anyplace to go?”

“What?”

“This requirement isn’t just for Detroit. It’s Canon Law. Wouldn’t you run into the Profession and Oath no matter where you went?”

Tully smiled, but without warmth. “I’d bet my bottom dollar I’d have no problem finding a Josephite superior who would take a benevolent approach to this canonical demand.”

Koesler was silent briefly. He looked at Tully with genuine sympathy. “Have you given any thought to refusing this parish and returning to the Josephites?”

“Sure. But it’s a kind of Catch-22. I want to be a part of my brother’s life. He’s the only close family I have. This is a good parish with lots of exciting possibilities. The more I want it, the more ominous those oaths are.

“It comes down to this, Bob: Just what sort of person is Delvecchio? Is it possible to negotiate with him? Can he bend? What might make him sort of lenient? Is there a chance? Is there any hope?”

Koesler lowered his head, then turned to gaze out the window.

“I know, Bob, you can’t make my decision for me,” Tully said after a minute. “And I don’t expect you to. But to come to a fully informed conclusion, I need reliable backgrounding, dependable information. I’ve got to know if I have a chance with this guy.

“And I’ve got to say, Bob, that those stories you told me about Delvecchio were more confusing than anything else. Based on them alone, Delvecchio comes across as a crashing liberal with a quick wit. As a matter of fact, the villain of those pieces is you: You not conscious of your duty as a lifeguard, you insisting on the letter of a ridiculous rule.

“While Delvecchio is inventive and imaginative. Somebody who recognizes a ridiculous law when he sees one.” Tully tried to smile, but couldn’t quite muster one. “What’s up?”

Until having this conversation, Koesler had been chiefly concerned with his own immediate future.

Of course he would have to find a place to live. Senior Priests were expected to move from the parish they were currently serving. An ultimate destiny was theirs to find and establish. The thinking was that if a retiring priest remained in his current parish, parishioners would still seek him out for advice, consultation, and/or support, rather than properly looking to his replacement.

Thus, moving away was intended as beneficial to the retiring priest as well as his successor.

In addition to arranging for a new home-no small consideration in any case-Koesler was becoming intrigued with the thought of a new lifestyle. What would it be? Certainly far different from anything he had experienced to date. There were so many avenues. Many Seniors helped out with weekend ministries at one or at several parishes. That way the priest could keep his hand in. It was also a source of supplementary income-for many, the sole such source.

And there were other avenues. By the age of retirement, priests had made so many acquaintances, formed so many friendships, established so many second families. There would be time now to enjoy these relationships. There would be time now to be of greater presence and service to them.