H/T to Mark Shea:
A Poem of Peace and Brotherhood
Oh, how I love the Catholic Church
With pure, damp fronds of hyssop--
And how I hate the Vat. II types,
Especially the bishops!
I wish for the reform’s reform
And pray for all the many,
But scorn the local parish priest,
And won’t give him a penny.
I show my charity each time
I write a scolding letter
That I’m ignored is proof that Father
Won’t try to be better.
My parish is too full of people
I’d kick out tomorrow;
Their faults drag my perfection down
Their follies are my sorrow.
Yet, still, I love the Catholic Church!
In her, all men are brothers!
(But only if they’re just like me:
She should toss out the others.)
If you "love the Church" but can't stand 99% of her members, something is wrong. He who does not love his fellow parishioner whom he has seen cannot love "the Church" he has not seen.
Go check out the poem by Chesterton too.