Another friend writes, regarding Bishop Hogan’s form letter to his “wayward” priests:
It hasn’t happened to me (yet), but I think, if I got a late-night call from the police station asking me to come pick up one of my children, I would consider that I had already reached the point where “suspicion and anxiety” were justified.
Now it might turn out that my kid was entirely innocent, the victim of some misunderstanding. Nobody’s even talking about “guilt” yet. I think it’s fair to say that “suspicion and anxiety” would kick in sometime before the foreman of the jury said his piece.
But then I’m not a bishop.