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Bishop, welcome.
I am Father Mangano.
An astronomer here." Good for you.
Aringarosa grumbled his hello and followed his host into the castle's foyer--a wide-open space whose decor was a graceless blend of Renaissance art and astronomy images.
Following his escort up the wide travertine marble staircase, Aringarosa saw signs for conference centers, science lecture halls, and tourist information services.
It amazed him to think the Vatican was failing at every turn to provide coherent, stringent guidelines for spiritual growth and yet somehow still found time to give astrophysics lectures to tourists.
Tell me," Aringarosa said to the young priest, "when did the tail start wagging the dog?" The priest gave him an odd look.
Sir?" Aringarosa waved it off, deciding not to launch into that particular offensive again this evening.
The Vatican has gone mad.
Like a lazy parent who found it easier to acquiesce to the whims of a spoiled child than to stand firm and teach values, the Church just kept softening at every turn, trying to reinvent itself to accommodate a culture gone astray.
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