Be honest. We all do it. I suspect women do it more than men, but we all do it. If you are reading this blog, you have sent a mass email at least once in your life. You find a joke, a story, a picture, and you think your friends will want to, need to, see it. So you click forward, type in a bunch of names, and hit send. I recently sent one that spoke of a man walking along a road, with his dog, who realized he was dead. The point of the story was the man was looking for heaven.
I liked the email because I found the image of The Couz and I wandering around looking for Heaven very soothing. However, as a card-carrying, Sunday go to meeting Catholic, I attached a note to that email explaining that Catholics are taught animals don’t go to heaven. I find the image soothing, but the fine print codicil is that it’s never going to happen in my Catholic hereafter.
(The basic tenant is that pets don’t know right from wrong, so therefore they can’t go to heaven.) I can’t think of another email I’ve sent through the years that generated as much feedback as that one. Apparently many people (Catholics and non-Catholics alike) did not know that Catholics are taught that pets do not go to heaven. And not one person admitted to believing what the Church taught on this subject.
Please note that I have said Catholics are taught. I did not say that Catholics believe. This is one of the major differences in the Church of my youth and the Church of 2010. We are taught. Hands up if you can recite an Act of Faith. And for those who can’t and for the non-Catholics:
O my God, I firmly believe all the truths that the Holy Catholic Church believes and teaches; I believe these truths, O Lord, because Thou, the infallible Truth, hast revealed them to her; in this faith I am resolved to live and die. Amen.
(The emphasis above is mine.) We are taught, therefore we believe. Except we don’t. Not anymore. At least not in America. We are taught, and we’ll decide what to believe thank you for asking.
Hands up all those who gave something up for Lent. I know, that’s not a rule. (Note to non-Catholics. If it was a rule, Catholics would have to confess not giving something up for Lent before receiving Absolution before we could receive Communion which we believe is the Body of Christ. Which in turn might lead to shorter Communion lines on Easter Sunday.)
However, we were all taught to give something up that we enjoyed or something we do a lot to identify with Christ’s suffering (among other reasons). And so each year I give something up. Sometimes it’s a slam dunk. Sometimes it’s harder to think of something that I will truly miss. (It’s easy for me to give up ice cream. I’m not a big fan. If I gave it up for 40 days, I probably wouldn’t even notice it’s absence.)
I tend to go towards the breaking of questionable habits. Give a habit up for the 40 days of Lent and the bad habit is gone. This year I gave up Chinese food and Black and White cookies. I am always a better person for having given something up.
OK – I know, you’re asking, how the heck are you a better person for having given up Black and White cookies for Lent? Well, for one, I saved $1.75 each time I wanted a cookie and did not buy one. Therefore, my family finances gained. I won’t embarrass myself by estimating how much was added to my finances during the Lenten period.
OK – I know. All you died in the wool taught by the NUNS Catholics are saying I should have donated the $1.75 each time I wanted a Black and White cookie to the poor box. Yes, but then I would be perfect, and that in itself can lead to trouble.
Now, I know that many of my Catholic friends no longer give something up for Lent. I know this because it occasionally comes up and I hear Really? You still give something up for Lent? As the mere fact of self-depravation makes me a better Catholic. Which it doesn’t. (The mere fact I follow RULES makes me a Catholic. And yes, only Catholics are going to understand that.)
OK – let’s make this more real. Abortion is one of those absolutes in the Church. Can’t be Catholic and have an abortion. (I know, I know, you can. Catholics have this magic ceremony called Confession. If you confess to the abortion and are truly sorry and do not plan to have another one, you can have an abortion and still be a Catholic. Kind of like a cake and eat it too scenario. Which brings us neatly back to Black and Whites.)
Abortion goes a bit further. Because not only do Catholics not believe in abortions, they are taught not to support those that do. In other words, we should not vote for a candidate if that candidate supports abortion rights. So, now hands up – how many of us do not support a particular candidate if we know they support the right to choose? Yeah, I thought so. Oh, I know, there are those whose hands shot self-righteously up. But if we are being truthful, sitting in the dark confessional, behind the curtain truthful where no one can actually see you truthful, your hand remained at your side.
Who is right? Is the Church correct in its assessment that if we set the rules you should follow them? Perhaps. It seems easy. Yet, we have a lot of outs. Confession being one of them. Annulments for those who need to opt out of an ill-conceived marriage. The complicated practice of Indulgences.
So if we are taught and choose not to believe, who is the Church to condemn? Haven’t they always found ways to forgive us? Aren’t there always Get out of Jail cards available for the faithful? And in the end, does anyone really know what God will decide on Judgment Day?
As for me, I still give something up for Lent and I am still soothed by that image of The Couz and I walking along together, looking for Heaven.