Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Why be Catholic? A repost from April, 2010

Elizabeth Scalia, a.k.a. The Anchoress, has challenged Catholic bloggers to write about why they are Catholic.

Deirdre Mundy wrote her post here:
My first year in college, I decided that I wanted to be a priest. I was an 18-year-old girl. Mean old Pope John Paul II had said it was impossible for him to ordain a woman. I was consumed with anger and spite. I made up my mind to go and find a religion that would ordain me.

I started visiting other churches, but none of them had what I wanted. The Episcopalians were too snobby, and didn’t seem to care for the poor. The Presbyterians had no liturgy and treated vestments like a fashion show. The Lutherans (ELCA, I’d never met a Missouri Synod person at that point) seemed wishy-washy and lacked a missionary impulse.

Nothing seemed right, so I grudgingly stayed in the Church, devoted myself to liturgical planning, and decided that I’d just have to find some way to get ‘power’ so I could ‘change things for the better.’ Basically, like many kids that age, I was a solipsistic know-it-all. And for a while, it seemed like there was no one who could break through my wall of self-regard and teach me the truth about the Church.

Deirdre “tagged” me on Facebook to write a similar post.  Alas, I was battling the dreaded Bedroom Closet Monster today and didn’t have time (though there may be a post soon about simplicity and materialism and why the heck do I feel the need to keep slightly used gift bags). However, I did write a post on why I am Catholic five whole years ago (!) and, for the sake of the present discussion, I’ll repost it now:


Why be Catholic?  (Originally posted April 5, 2010)

As I continue to read various media accounts about scandal and corruption in the Church, I also see in various places a sort of incredulity among commenters and observers of what is going on, an incredulity directed at you, at me, and at any and all of our fellow Catholics. Why, say the skeptical or puzzled or malicious, why would anyone want to be a Catholic nowadays? What could possibly be the point? After all, the Church is like the doddering and grumpy great-grandmother who is impossibly narrow about sex, who scolds everybody for their behavior, who can't just celebrate everybody in their okayness--but who, at the same time, seems to have undergone an identity crisis over the last forty years, and who has, in this extended period of senility, chucked out those venerable and respectable customs and traditions that gave the old girl a sort of cache, despite her impossible lack of modern views. Who would want to be a part of that old woman's tribe? What could possibly be the point of it all?

We live in an age of tragic trendiness, in a rootless nation that threw out all of its customs and traditions in a fit of juvenile pique over the course of a hundred years or so; now its hapless citizens search incessantly for meaning. Yet meaning, real meaning, is the last thing we want. What we want is to buy meaning, to purchase virtue, to collect eternal verities like some rare antiquity preserved in amber, about which we can rhapsodize and theorize--so long as we remain observers, outside of the sacrificial and sacramental reality contained within such things.

Persuaded that our ownership of the trappings of virtue makes us virtuous, we then adopt a very mercantile attitude toward goodness itself. Goodness is what the highest bidder says it is; goodness is what the majority find it to be, unless a popular minority says otherwise and can convince the organs of national virtue to trumpet their cause. There is no fixed idea about what is or isn't good; there is no standard of truth by which to evaluate goodness; the Golden Rule has been weighed on a modern scale and found wanting.

With all of this as the backdrop, the question "Why be Catholic?" becomes an almost unanswerable one. The Catholic may say, in vain, those things which all Catholics ought to believe, and many do--that Christ intended to found a Church, that He intended to found a particular Church, that this Church may be recognized by means of four marks (unity, holiness, catholicity or universality, and apostolicity) and that further the life of sacramental grace which Christ instituted must be found in His Church, chiefly in the Holy Eucharist, Which is Christ's Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity really and truly present on the altar. The modern American will listen, perhaps indulgently, perhaps indifferently, but without any context for understanding the words. The most that they will be able to grasp is that for some reason Catholics think there is something true about Catholicism--and it's nice to respect each others' truths. But for the modern American the very notion of "truth" is something subjective, internal--something that does not and cannot have objective existence.

With that stunted and erroneous idea of what "truth" is, the modern American can't possibly fathom why anybody would continue to be Catholic at a time like this. After all, it's embarrassing to see revelations about inept bishops and incompetent procedures which failed in many instances to protect children from child abusers in the clergy. And the news media has spun a compelling narrative in which the vast majority of priests were complicit in abuse, and the vast majority of bishops were criminally negligent in dealing with it, and the vast majority of former cardinals formerly named Ratzinger were probably also...and so on. With so much negativity and bad publicity, why should anybody stay Catholic? Isn't staying Catholic like saying that you, too, don't really care if kids get molested by priests? Because isn't that really all the Church is, a shadowy bureaucratic organization of abusers and their episcopal enablers, secretly financed by the Council on Foreign....oops, wrong conspiracy.

The truth of the matter is that some Catholics will see things this way, and will leave the Church. Some Catholics at the time of Martin Luther had some legitimate complaints, too, as did Catholics at the time of every major heresy to come along.

But in the end, the question "Why be Catholic?" can't be answered in reference to any scandals or problems or troubles the Church has faced. It can only be answered with a statement of faith, with a firm pronunciation of one's beliefs: that God, the Father, created Heaven and Earth; that His Son Jesus Christ, consubstantial with the Father, is the Savior of the world, was born as a man, suffered, died, and then rose again, ascended into Heaven and sits at the right hand of the Father; that the Holy Spirit, the third person of the Holy Trinity remains with the Church, which is one, holy, Catholic and apostolic; that this Church is the ordinary means of salvation for all men, and that her sacraments, instituted by Christ, really do confer grace upon the soul.

Against the supernatural gift of that faith, no mere human failings, no human scandals, no human errors can hold sway. This does not mean that the Church ought not address the present situations with her best and fullest efforts--but it does mean that those efforts will be totally in vain if the spiritual component of the grave failings and dire criminal acts committed against children are not recognized and fought as fully as the human errors are. For Christ did not promise that His Church would be without trials, or would remain unstained by sin--far from it. He only promised that she would persevere, and be guided by the Holy Spirit against errors in the teaching of the faith.

Why be Catholic? Because the Catholic Church is the Church founded by Christ as the ordinary means of salvation for all human beings. It is not a matter of preferences or trends, of intellectual exercises or collected antiquities, of purchased virtue or a mercantile approach to goodness. It is, quite simply, necessary--she, the Church, is necessary. Within her many men may falter; without her, the prospect is considerably more dire. We need the waters of Baptism to cleanse us of Original Sin; we need the heavenly food, the Eucharist, to have strength for the journey; we need to confess our sins and be forgiven--we need the graces, poured out upon His Bride by Christ Himself, by which He means to draw us ever nearer to Him.

The evils done by too many priests--yes, a small percentage overall, but even one such priest is one too many--must be atoned for; the failings of the hierarchy to address these things in timely and thorough and efficient manners must be remedied; the spiritual deficiencies at the root of all of these things must be addressed as well, with much humble prayer and penitence. But we can do none of these things if we haven't already answered the world's question, and explained why, with so much to deal with, we would be Catholic at all. Because I believe the Church is what Christ said she is, because I trust in Him to provide both just chastisement and patient mercy, because I believe everything the Church teaches and do my best to live accordingly, failing often in my weakness, but by His grace persevering, because I would die a Catholic and therefore must try my hardest to live as one: that is why I am a Catholic, and why I will continue to be one though the very gates of Hell seem to be encroaching upon the Church. We have Christ's word that they will not prevail against her, in the end.


So: why are you Catholic?  Feel free to join in.


Elizabeth said...

You know I'm not a Catholic, Erin, but your 2010 post could as easily be entitled "Why I am not a Protestant."

My extended family made it clear that reputation and being seen as "proper" (these were not rich people, but lower middle class and proud) was paramount. Going to church was just part of that. No wonder my parents bolted to Unitarianism. While there was still plenty of hubris among these upper middle class people, there was at least a sense of prophetic responsibility for the poor and oppressed.

I only learned last summer, visiting the elderly man who was our minister during my childhood, that he'd had a secret apartment built in the church basement during a remodeling project. He sheltered illegal Central American refugee families who were running from government=sponsored torture and slaughter. Our church was an underground railway stop, helping refugees reach save haven in Canada.

While there was no deity in our church, there was a severe sense of the sacredness of human dignity, and the moral requirement to put oneself on the line for it.

scotch meg said...

I am Catholic because the Catholic Church is pro-life.
When you've seen the hurt that abortion causes, you can get interested in Catholicism. I did. When you've experienced a horrible family life, and read about happy, large Catholic families named Killilea and von Trapp, and fallen in love with a young man who seems to come from a happy, large Catholic family, you can get interested in Catholicism. I did. When you've realized that you are pretty bad at running your own life, you can get interested in turning it over to God. I did.
The funny thing is that I learned more about Catholicism AFTER I became Catholic than before. And, despite what is generally expected of an Ivy-educated young woman, I kept finding that the Church was even better than I expected.
So now, nearly fifty years on, I thank God every day for the gift of faith and the gift of His Church.