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Friday, November 16, 2018

If You End Up At "The Church Is Wrong," Turn Around

I just read a really long piece from a Catholic guy who's same-sex attracted. "Gay," if you like. He was faithful. He lived in a great community. He was ashamed and afraid for a while. But when he was honest, it seems like he faced less hostility than he figured. Well, yeah. True Catholicism is love for literally everyone. Few practice it, but it's true. I can't claim success in that practice, but I do try. With God's power, I will succeed. Anyway, this guy believed in the Church's teaching, so he tried every celibate path known to mankind. I believe him. I can also believe it's terribly hard.

It's also true that he just gave up.

And there is a cottage industry of people not only ready to celebrate that, but ready to place the blame on orthodox faithful, who simply believe what the Church teaches on faith and morals. If you ask, "Is it really true that God said..." the answer is likely "Yes."

We don't follow the Church's teaching because we're fearful of those who don't, or how they live. We follow the Church's teaching on faith and morals because it is revealed by God, either in nature, or revealed supernaturally. If something about human beings and how they should live is revealed by God, it must be true. God cannot deceive, or be deceived. In all the chatter about inflexible people and their old traditions, they forget God. There could be a debate about whether a particular thing is revealed by God, but the Church can both discern that, and make it clear. The Church was founded by Christ Our Lord, and he can't deceive, or be deceived, either. He's God.

Some people say that the Holy Spirit blows in new ways and directions, but the Holy Spirit is also God. So either God contradicts Himself, or people are wrong. It also strikes me as especially convenient that people find these new interpretations where sex is involved.

Most of the time, I just wish people had the brass to say, "It's too hard; I'm giving up, and doing something else."

Outside this particular issue, someone was telling a story of someone they know who's "been together" with his girlfriend 5 years. To be plain about it, I got tired of the lack of clarity, and I said, "There is no 'together.' You're either married, or not married." My friend said, "That's a narrow-minded view." I replied, "Yeah, yeah, it is. You know what else is narrow? The way to Heaven."

Don't get me wrong; I understand weakness better than most people. If there weren't an authentic "gradualism," I'd have been tossed out of the Church on day 2. Bottom line, though: We're either made for God, or religion actually is "the opiate of the masses." If we choose the latter, there's no point in hectoring people about being more like Jesus, because Jesus would be a fiction, a figure for the imagination. Other people choose the former, but they are so fond of the pleasure of approval, they think somehow that they will avoid the hostility heaped on Jesus and His followers. Let me know how that works out.

I can remember the next leader of the free world saying that marriage involves a man, and a woman. 10 years ago. In fact, he said it was revealed by God, and that as a result, he didn't have the right to believe otherwise. Either the entire world has been composed of hapless bigots in every time and place, or people are making things up. I think people yell, "Love is love!" because they know it isn't.

Monday, November 12, 2018

You Shall Not Murder

We're still struggling to get this right. This one gets broken all the time, in every place you can think of. It's actually not a wonder that King David committed murder to cover up his adultery, because illicit sex makes men unable to think clearly. How many people today are committing a worse crime to cover their shame?

You can drop balloons from the ceiling of a sports venue to celebrate the chance to become the leader of the free world. Imagine the fawning press. Imagine the euphoria, and rightly so. You might even win. I dare the Washington Post to ask that man about his meditations on "You shall not murder." I would like to see it.

Even the second-best newspaper in the land is apt to cloud the matter with an array of euphemisms. We let them, really. In a lot of ways, no one likes to be uncomfortable. I'd rather ask him if he thinks Villanova can beat Duke in basketball. The smoke from the evil incense offered at the wicked altar smells like springtime flowers.

People have this funny way of needing to be heroes. It's almost like we're made for something big, you know? But if a man is a coward and a failure, he has to pretend he isn't.

This culture isn't "sensitive," it's guilty. Several million camels have been swallowed, and there are still gnats around. We somehow think if we stay active, the truth will not find us. How is that working out?

I don't have the answer for you, necessarily. I won't tell anyone what to think when the familiar scenes play out, as they tend to do. I do know that reality has a way of intruding, forcing us to reflect on things we'd rather ignore.