An occasional series of somewhat less than profound theological grumpiness.
(Dear St. Paul, I have great sympathy for the charity embodied in your first letter to the Corinthians. You are, not surprisingly, a better man than I.--IC)
A reading from the Ironic Catholic's first blog post to the ... Corinthians. Yeah. Let's call them that.
Dear brothers and sisters,
Greetings in the name of Christ Jesus. I'm so mad this time I'm about to throw up. Or blog. Holding the throwing up option open, though.
So, I'm wondering: when exactly did every role in the Church became an enemy of everyone else's? The priests distrust the laity. The laity trash talk the priests. The deacons get accused of taking over lay ministry. The priests question the deacons' commitment. Everyone else wonders who the heck they are. The unhabited sisters glare at the habited sisters. The habited sisters shake dust off their sandals toward the unhabited. The brothers (who?) don't know where they stand. The teachers (bishops, college professors, catechists, parents, bloggers) say all those other teachers are doing it all wrong. I'm having a moment (clearly). Specifically, I'm having a moment when it seems like no one of you in this Church has the faintest bit of trust for anyone else. Hell, I'd settle for respect. Nada.
Why the hell do each of you want to abdicate your God-given role to gain another's? Why aren't we ever satisfied being who we each are--called and consecrated as specific members of the body of Christ, with a particular mission and purpose? It's not about control and power. It's about the Great Commission and bringing to holiness the entire world. Do we have the gall to say there isn't enough work for everyone?
When the allied troops were confronting the Nazis in World War II, did any of them say "Oh man. Well, I know I could help by doing this, but I'd really much rather do THAT. I think I'll sit here and whine about that while people get gassed and boarded on trains to death camps."
You think it's not that serious? Do you think people aren't dancing to their damnation? Do you have even a passing acquaintance with spiritual warfare?
(Excuse me while I go primal scream some of Jeremiah.
OK, I'm back.)
God Almighty! (and that's a prayer, not taking the Lord's name in vain)--don't you have enough to do already without the gleeful satanic busywork of destroying ourselves for sport?
And when did you forget the love your freakin' enemies lesson? Including the ones in your pew?