Holocaust survivor Elie Weisel also said that one's sympathy must always be for the victim, never the perpetrator. Gil Gustafson's engaging confession certainly attempts to lead us down that path, but do we really need to go there?  Our own petty cravings: the sweets that rot our teeth, the fatty morsels that pork us out, the disgusting movies & books that taint our minds do damage to our own bodies and souls; but the cravings of  people like Gustafson do unspeakable harm to others.  They prey upon and rob sweet children of their innocence killing their  budding spirits; children who might have been destined for greatness had the spotlight been put upon their stalkers before the unmentionable happened.  We can pray for people like Gustafson. Yes, our taxes can care for them & monitor them through government agencies & law enforcement; but for clergy  to coddle them, pay for their therapeutic recovery (?)  & urge us to accept them lovingly back into the fold is asking a bit much.