“There’s a rot at the center of the Catholic Church,” murmurs Father Tim, “and I thought I could effect change from the inside, but instead, all I feel is infection. I’m starting to smell the rot on myself. Especially when I’m alone. This collar is starting to choke me. Physically choke me. I feel cold, and damp, and gone, and God won’t talk to me. God never talks to me. In all my years of prayer, God has never once called me back.”
