The revelations about Cardinal McCarrick continue to spark discussion, and in my case it has sparked a memory of a McCarrick type situation when I was in Anglican seminary.
On the staff was a retired bishop who, it was whispered, had left his diocese under a cloud. He’d had some problems in the “youth work” department.
This old bishop, who was a single man, would regularly invite the seminarians to his apartment after dinner for a congenial cup of coffee. Before departure, under the guise of avuncular spiritual direction, he would ask them prurient questions about their sex life and then offer