From the Chicago Sun Times, cached on Google:
To all you Roman Catholics out there suffering the slings and arrows of the church's pedophile-priest scandal, you might find comfort in the words of Carlo Carretto, an Italian spiritual writer in the latter part of the 20th century, who wrote these words in addressing his church. (Carretto's comments were reprinted in Winnetka's Sacred Heart Church bulletin last Sunday by the Rev. Bob Ferrigan.)
"How much I must criticize you, my church and yet how much I love you. You have made me suffer more than anyone and yet I owe more to you than anyone. I should like to see you destroyed and yet I need your presence. You have given me much scandal and yet you alone have made me understand holiness. Never in this world have I seen anything more compromised, more false, yet never have I touched anything more pure, more generous and more beautiful.
"Countless times I have felt like slamming the door of my soul in your face, and yet, every night, I have prayed that I might die in your sure arms. No. I cannot be free of you, for I am one with you, even if not completely you.
"Then too . . . where would I go? To build another church? But I could not build one without the same defects, for they are my defects, and again, if I were to build another church, it would be my church, not Christ's church. No, I am old enough. I know better."