I thank you Lord that I am not like these others.....

I thank you Lord that I'm not like those members of the Curia who feel immortal, immune or indispensable and who do not criticize themselves.  I thank you Lord that I'm not part of that sick body which has become spiritually and mentally hardened. I thank you that I don't have spiritual Alzheimer’s and that I haven't forgotten my encounter with the Lord.  I thank you that I do not on the here and now succumb to my passions, whims and manias.  I thank you that I have not become enslaved to idols built with my own hands like the rotten idolatrous Curia.

I thank you that I am not boastful and arrogant and that I do not make my vestments or title the primary objective of life.

I thank you that I don't live a double life and that I haven't succumbed to the rotten fruit of hypocrisy that is typical of mediocre and progressive spiritual emptiness that academic degrees cannot fill.

I thank you Lord that, unlike the filth around me, I haven't abandoned pastoral service while limiting myself to bureaucratic work, losing contact with reality and concrete people.

I thank you Lord that, unlike the spiritual degenerates around me, I haven't committed the terrorism of gossip; that I haven't become a cowardly piece of human refuse who, not having the courage to speak directly, talks behind people’s backs.

I thank you that I haven't given myself to careerism and opportunism like the egocentric power hungry filth which surrounds me.

I thank you that I am not indifferent to others or jealous or cunning, except when I want to fire them for expressing a different viewpoint.

I thank you that I do not have a funereal face like the gloomy and sterile personalities which surround me since theatrical severity and sterile pessimism are often symptoms of fear and insecurity.

I thank you that I am always polite, serene, enthusiastic and happy and that I transmit joy wherever I go, even while castigate others as useless hypocrites who have no worth.

I thank you Lord that I do not seek to fill an existential emptiness in my heart by accumulating material goods so that I'll have the illusion of security.

I thank you Lord that, unlike the diseased members of the Curia, I haven't become a cancer that threatens the harmony of the body and causes so much bad — scandals — especially to our younger brothers.

I thank you Lord that I do not even seek worldly profit and showing off (even while posing for media photographs or making much of the fact that I pay my own bills). I thank you Lord that I don't represent myself as being more capable than others even as I ridicule priests who came before me and who cherished reverence for the Eucharist.

I thank you Lord that, unlike the useless putrid chaff which surrounds me, I am holy and righteous and without blemish.

Amen.

Luke 18:11