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Oh boy, Father Joseph, let me give you some friendly counsel. So, a “couple hours of confessions,” huh? Translation: you sat there like a holy vending machine while folks lined up to drop their nickels of sin in exchange for a priestly “absolution” candy bar. Problem is, the Bible doesn’t hand you that job description—it gave that one to the High Priest up yonder (Hebrews 7:25). You’re not the middleman; you’re the guy standing in the middle pretending to be the middleman. Then it’s off to a wedding, sprinkle some Latin pixie dust, and boom—marriage license “validated.” Hustle back for three baby baptisms? More like three wet heads and three sets of parents convinced their kid got a golden ticket into heaven. You might as well give ‘em a lifetime membership card to Rome’s religious country club while you’re at it. Problem is, John 3:7 still says “Ye must be born again,” not “ye must be sprinkled at six weeks old.” And then, cap it off with the 4 o’clock Mass—bread and wine magically turned into God Himself, with you holding the wand. That’s not “a lot of joy,” Father, that’s a full-blown circus. And you’re the ringmaster in the collar. Advice? You don’t need more hustle; you need more Gospel. Put down the wafers, pick up the Book, and start pointing folks to the One Mediator (1 Tim. 2:5). Because when the curtain drops on your joyride, it won’t be “Father Joe” in the spotlight—it’ll be Jesus Christ, and He doesn’t share His stage with anybody.



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