Here’s where I break ranks.
All my life, as an evangelical Protestant, I’d been taught that Catholics were at best an other expression of Christianity. I mean, there was that mess back in the 1500s when they kicked Martin Luther out because he wanted Rome to straighten up and fly right. Why would a church intent on serving the interests of Jesus Christ do that simply to perpetuate the earthly privilege of some spectacularly corrupt Popes? Or so went the thinking.
Later I learned that there are some exemplary Christians who choose to express their faith through the Roman Catholic communion. I knew some at Wheaton College, where I met with the Wheaton Catholic students’ group a few times. I took a grad-level seminar on Catholicism, too. See, I was thinking of “converting.” Hey I was as impressed with John Paul II as the next guy.
Interesting term, no? You’d never speak of anyone “converting” from Methodism to Presbyterianism (I’ve never heard of “Presbyterianism” myself, just as I’ve never heard of “strawberryism”), or even from Anabaptism (the J.V. Amish who call themselves Mennonites, et al) to Episcopalianism. You’d just say something like Mort’s going to the Episcopal Church these days, the one up Jahnke Road. Yeah I know, but what’re ya gonna do? It’s a big tent.
But if Mort started – heaven forfend – going to the Catholic Church (encapsulated in Lake Wobegon’s Our Lady Of Perpetual Responsibility) you’d speak in more hushed tones and say didja hear about Mort? Bends the knee to Rome. ‘At’s right. Pray for him, there’s Marcie and the kids to think about.
For many years I considered Catholicism to be Christianity’s labor union. You know, they pay their dues for the benefits membership brings, but don’t attend the meeting too often. Identify themselves as official members of an organization and expect that’ll open doors elsewhere, if you get my drift. In the meantime hey, tap another keg and are the Patriots on yet? Playin’ the Jets today. Huh? I’m in arrears on what? Okay, I’ll say seven Hail Marys tomorrow and that’ll fuggin’ take care of it right? Hey stay for the game.
Not how I viewed Jesus’s call on our lives, to go see apparitions of the Virgin at Guadalupe and get 20 years knocked off my spell in Purgatory for every nunc dimittis I said there, or hey here’s a better deal, 25 years for every Pater Noster you recite at the shrine of Fatima after walking the Spanish Steps backwards on your knees (kneepads? Sorry, 17 years if you wore kneepads) and sign up for our Via Dolorossa special this Jubilee Year only – once every thousand years! Jesus is so impressed! – recite the Magnificat and double your points and the Crucifix Made Of Gold Mined By Certifiably Catlick Guys Who’d Been Anointed In The Water From The Jordan River At Least Four Hours Prior To Mining is still free with your pledge for three easy installments of $49.95 tax-deductible donations…
I exaggerate. I cartoonize. I present the de facto reality. I overstate. Pick your answer – and remember what they told you in Kaplan’s SAT prep, boys and girls, when in doubt, pick…
… got an e-mail from a good friend of mine, probably the most spiritually aware Catholic I know. I’d sent him the link for Scrappleface’s hilarious piss take on the Boston Archdiocese’s approval of allowing Bernard Cardinal Law to seek Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection – read “Take that and shove it, victims of abuse drooling over silly lawsuit payouts.”
Excerpt:
“Crazy Bernie says ‘Everything Must Go!’, reads a script for the planned TV ads. The spots feature a maniacal-looking Cardinal Bernard Law, waving his hands recklessly and shouting:
“Rather than confess what our priests did to the children, we’re going bankrupt. But tough times for the archdiocese mean super deals for you. It’s a huge blow-out sale. Everything must go down to the bare walls. Gold, incense, myrrh, statues, confessional booths, even those cute little hats and robes. We’ve still got a few Papal indulgences from the old days, and we’re sacrificing them at rock-bottom prices.”
Upshot of his response: It’s hard for me to find anything risible about this good man’s current predicament, but yeah, it was a little funny.
So I break ranks.
I am a Christian. That means my allegiance is to Jesus Christ alone, not the earthly structures men have created. It seems to me that that’s the sticking point between Catholics and (other) Christians. The Church is not those who want to identify themselves as Christians when it’s expedient to do so – either as fire insurance or as a means to a free wedding or funeral or a means of avoiding controversy.
Catholics maintain Jesus Christ is best known and experienced within the dogmatic strictures and traditions of the Roman church. Protestants say you don’t need a priest to interface between you and God since that’s what Jesus came to do once and for all, and ever since he did you’re responsible for your own interactions with God.
Catholics’ arguments for the Papacy, the College of Cardinals, the Mass as a necessary experiential point for divine grace in the immediate experience of Christ in the transubstantiated elements, veneration of the pantheon of saints, the rosary et al boil down to “Well, there’s nothing in the Bible which explicitly prohibits any of it, and humans prefer it that way.” Protestants say gee, I don’t find anything in the Bible recommending any of it and isn’t the whole point to do things God’s way and not humans’ way?
Which is why I’m a Protestant. I do not want some person’s experience of Christ ossified into a system which is then abused by lesser men yet still imposed upon me as a “necessary” part of my earthly pilgrimage. The Spirit blows where it wills, and you cannot predict nor contain it, and the absolute last thing the Spirit of God will commit itself to is a hoary earthly human construct, no matter how much it touts its history and the time in 1293 and 1540 and 1777 and 1982 it felt the brush of the Spirit on its cheek.
Understand: I’m not saying the Holy Spirit, the true breath of God as known through Jesus Christ is not known in the Catholic Church today, I’m saying he’s not only known in the Catholic Church. Actually I’m saying he’s encountered less within the Roman Church than he is one-on-one. After all, the Roman Catholic church as administratively headed by whomever occupies the earthly office of Pope in Vatican City as duly voted by the College of Cardinals explicitly places itself as an intermediary between you and God; it says it’s necessary. Find that in the New Testament for me and I’ll become a Catholic tomorrow morning.
Good Catlicks would think the Church is, well, not absolutely necessary – after all, wasn’t Father Feeney excommunicated for preaching that Protestants were not Christians? – but the best way. But friends, WHY BOTHER WITH ANY OF IT? Why require the panoply of observances and feast days and other such HUMAN accoutrements when it’s so patently obvious that Protestants have twigged the kernel of truth: God deals with people as individuals, not as members of an earthly institution; and that when you stand before the judgement throne Christ isn’t going to let your priest speak for you? He’s going to want to know why you put your faith in Father McWhiskey who’s been sopping away in Ireland for the past thirty years instead of him when he thought he spelled it all out pretty clearly in, oh, Galatians. And Luke. And Philippians. And I and II Timothy. And John – the gospel and the prequel, John I.
Look, it’s not that Catholics can’t find Christ, it’s all about why tie blindfolds around your eyes and plug your ears in your search? Isn’t the point that it really isn’t you searching for Jesus, it’s Jesus searching for you? Catholicism strikes me as the perfect compromise for those who want the fire insurance of knowing they’re goin’ to Heaven and avoidin’ Hell by one of two avenues; either by identifying themselves as members or by working their way to Paradise by accumulating earthly Brownie points.
Think I’m wrong? Misguided? A wild-eyed fanatic? Ask yourself: Am I supporting the right of Bernie Law to minister in the name of Jesus or the searching judgement of Jesus on each man’s heart and convict of sin where sin abounds? Because I tell you right now, you can’t support both, no matter how much relief and comfort Law’s way of thinking and believing offers. Listen to the still, small voice saying “There’s more, past the gilt and hagiography and accretions of centuries I can be found.”
Here I stand, I can do no other.
