François Esperet always has trouble getting through the security gates alone.
He prefers to be accompanied there or to take side roads.
"
That's how it is
," he admits fatalistically.
I don't like going to a restaurant alone when I'm the first, I always wait outside”
.
At 42, this Orthodox priest, married and father of six children, circulates freely among an increasingly constrained humanity.
His key: lucidity.
He is no fool.
This normalien tattooed like a convict, a former policeman investigating prostitutes and drug dealers, is never where you expect him.
On the set of Frédéric Taddeï, the other evening, he described – without make-up –
“the collection point where God comes to get us”
.
Later, he debated with a high-flying theologian about the
"holy
" character of the Spirit for Christians,
"a breath on which no one can lay hands"
.
In the archives of France Inter, available ad vitam, we can listen to it, at the microphone of Vincent Josse, with
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