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Mar. 11 at 10:06pm

The Chief Rabbi of France has written an original and perceptive essay called “Homosexual Marriage, Parenting, and Adoption.” Last week, I made an ambitious attempt to compress his main points into this post, and this week (undaunted, for some reason) I propose to address the way he delves into our experience of sexual complementarity, drawing out what it reveals about (no kidding!) our limitedness, transcendence, interpersonal communion, the bonds between man, woman and child, self-discovery through knowledge of the other, and the spuriousness of self-sufficiency.

I’ll do my best. But the wise reader will go straight to the original article, and he won’t be sorry, either.
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continue readingMar. 1 at 5:15pm

The Chief Rabbi of France, Gilles Bernheim, has some memorable reflections on marriage and its counterfeits in this month’s First Things. It's a mixture of strikingly expressed common sense and rare personalist insight.
In fact, I hope to whet your appetite sufficiently so you’ll read the whole thing (which is admittedly pretty lengthy). A few rabbis like this and a few more bishops like, say, Dolan, 
Gomez 
and Arinze,
and things might start looking very different in the West.
I’m going to give away the punch line right away. Here’s his summary of the harm inflicted by declaring same-sex unions to be marriage:
It would mean, he claims, “the irreversible scrambling of three things”:
Well...I think it must have been somebody else. It sounds like a different style than my mother's. Also, my mother read the piece and thanked me for "making up all those nice virtues" for her. It is true that my father would make pizza every Sunday night, so she didn't actually make a home-cooked meal every single day for fifty years, but the pizza had starch, vegetables and meat on it, so I figure that falls under poetic license.
She did respect us all as persons in a way I gradually realized was very unusual. I had friends whose parents let them express their freedom any way they wanted, because (in some ways) that was simpler for the grownups. I had other friends whose parents believed in objective right and wrong but micromanaged their lives and tastes down to the last detail. I'm sure my mother would disagree, but I think she managed a good balancing act.
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