Like most Trinbagonians I was shocked and appalled this week
when I heard that Father Clyde Harvey was tied up and robbed at his church in
Belmont. Of course stories about priests being ‘rubbed in church’ are not
new. But those rubbings usually just involve stolen childhoods and priests
getting away unharmed. This was different. It made the whole nation pause and
wonder aloud: "If God could allow a man who doesn’t drink, have premarital
sex or spend all his money playing the fruit machines in rum shops, to get
robbed; what horrors is he going to let happen to me?"
