[ Ah. There's a beat of silence on the other end. ]

... Hm. How shall I put this? If the Vatican heard of all the things I've done and the kind of company I keep, I fear I may be excommunicated.

[ A short, light laugh. ]

The Lord is love. He exists in the bread we break together, in the space between us. What is abominable in His eyes is the harm we inflict upon one another. If you and Magne love yourselves; and love one another; and love your fellows, and you look after one another; why, then I have no issue at all.