"And lead us not into temptation" -- will you cut that one out of the prayer?
Did Joseph linger around Potiphar's wife so he could rely on God more?
Is the RCC clergy the worst place to avoid such temptation?
To your insinuation, I find it rather disgusting.
There is only one place I want to be in life, in the arms of Christ. He is my all in all. If I may be so bold, even if it does offend you, Jesus is my friend, my King, my Lord, my God, my Groom, and my Saviour. If you wish me not to rely on Him who dared to love me, a wretched piece of filth, then you do not wish me kindness or joy, but suffering and the gnashing of teeth.
I realized a long time ago what kind of man I am. I am a proud sycophantic dreamer who whiles away his hours in despair and spiritual poverty. Who would prefer to be forgotten and ignored than lauded or loved. In that darkness, only one thing ever kept me sane or whole. Christ. Christ entered into my heart where no one has ever dared to enter. He pushed past the walls of intelligence, buffoonery, and debauchery. He pulled down the shades and shutters of my heart, took a whip of cords and drove out all that would lead me to death and damnation. And there at the center of it all was the child who feared the world so much that he shut it away. Instead of denouncing me, or attacking me, He said the only words that have wrung into my heart and reverberate throughout the universe, "I love you." No one in this world can give me that. No man or woman. At the first ray of His Divine Light I fell in love with God, and realized that He had fallen in love with me before I had even existed. So, I refuse to marry and instead await the wedding feast we children of God have all been destined for. No one else will do but Christ.
I was once told to lower my standards, and I entered into a debauched world where those standards were lowered. A world of sex and immorality. The funny thing is...I was bad at it. I couldn't succeed in that world. One night, it finally looked like I would make it in the gay lifestyle. That night I met Raymond Reed, a Jew with AIDS. We were talking and he said, "You look like I did the night I gave away my life for a disease. You are worth more than that. Never lower your standards." When I laughed and said that if I held to my standards then only God could fulfill them. BELIEVE ME OR NOT, time seemed to stop. Raymond looked deep into my eyes and said, "Then you are meant for Him alone."
That night, I opened my Bible and began to read it. Everywhere I turned was the word WHORE. I was destroyed, the God whom I had trusted calling me a WHORE. I cried out to Him and looked down at the page in Hosea, "No longer shall you call me Lord, but Husband shall you call me forever more."
I suffer from an affliction that lead me into the arms of Christ. I fear the man I would be outside of those arms. I fear that man for one reason, because outside of those arms lays a dead man. A corpse of putrification.
If the Lord never remove this affliction, I will not question Him. For I will boast in my weakness, because all strength is His alone.
In Him, and with Him, and through Him, Oh God almighty Father, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is Yours, forever and ever. Amen!