Excuse starting a Catholic Family Podcast with a reflection that starts with me… but I want to start with a story — well, two stories actually.
Story one: My wife Dee and I were at a Thai restaurant about five months ago. A very pretty and quite friendly blonde waitress enhanced the already enjoyable meal experience. In doing a bit of chatting with her when we could, I found out that she is a hair stylist looking for more clients. And my six year relationship with a stylist was ending because she was leaving our town to become engaged. And so – a match made over âchicken pad Thai.â
Jump ahead some months and I am now mildly acquainted with the young lady as I have seen her four or five times for hair cuts. She is quite good at this. But in my last visit, I found out she is pregnant by a boyfriend whom she is not living with. They ‘go together’ and have discussed moving in, but she is uncertain about making that kind of a commitment to this guy. I wanted to stick my fingers in my ears to dislodge wax and see if I had heard correctly…. âyou are pregnant by this fellow and he says heâs ready to be a father, and yet you two arenât ready to take the step to marry or live together?
I bring this up because by now Iâve found out that the blonde stylist goes to a Christian church which she has previously told me about. She loves the pastor because he is âfunnyâ and makes her feel good. And she likes the uptempo Christian pop music.
Now let me go to the second story… I know I havenât given you an ending or some sort of evangelization to the blonde lady. I donât have a suitable conclusion just yet. Letâs move on.
My wife might wink and suggest thereâs a pattern as I move into story number two. I have been having some trouble with my knees (a bit too much kneeling you might presume? And so I recently had my regular doctor refer me to a young-ish, attractive physical therapist in our town. I knew her reputation from my visits to an elderly care center where she used to work, and in which I bring Communion to the residents.
Jumping ahead, at my most recent visit for therapy, by now Iâm talking more in depth with the therapist and it comes out that she used to be âCatholic.â At 22 years of age, while in college, she met and fell head over heels in love with a guy âshe should never have married.â She wanted to be married in the out-of-doors and she was mad that the Catholic church wouldnât let her do this. She made the excuse that Iâve heard several times: âThatâs where I feel closest to God is outside, in nature.â I didnât respond to this; I just listened.
She said the marriage didnât last long, except that a daughter came forth from that union. And the therapist is now a single mom, caring for the daughter with some sort of a zodiac sounding name. I mean no disrespect.Â The therapist asked me what time Easter Masses were — she thought she ought to go ‘make an appearance.’ Oh my heavens. Where to start. What to say?
Now you know why I left you hanging on the first story: free love, contraception, no-fault divorce and Christians that have become a âwhateverâ generation or two have led us to the point where these stories are the norm. Holy Father Francis recently summed it up that todayâs marriage-bound couples (if they are even going to get married) say or intend this message: âWe will stay together for as long as our love lasts.â
Letâs take the physical therapist situation. She has what is called a doctorate in physical therapy. She is recognized as a true professional in the community. She has gone to two colleges to complete her degrees and specialized training. How could she be this alive in that area of her life while treating Christianity or Catholicism as some sort of abstract theory? How can we who call ourselves followers of Christ allow such a death message to be handed on to our young people?
I once was doing some pastoral counseling with an older woman. She, a Catholic allowed as how she had not forced her kids to go to church — from the beginning. And of course none of them are in the Church now. Except for funerals, of course. She asked me (point blank) if I thought she had done wrong. I wanted to explode an answer to her — âYou are totally responsible for the salvation of the souls of your children and you want to know if it was okay what you did?â
But of course, in our touchy-feel-good society of Christians – this canât be done. And mind you, my wife and I have our own historical failings in this area. Let those without sin cast the first stone. But it ought to be recognized as grave sin – not pampered with ‘there, there, you did your best.’
All of this started, of course in a garden. âOh Adam, itâs okay, take a bite.â And of course todayâs pseudo-Christian theorists would remind us that no one would be condemned for simply eating an apple. Or condemned to hell for meat on Fridays like they used to say. And many more of todayâs speakers would indicate that the Church is so far out of date about things like giving condoms to kids or not being fair to homosexuals who truly love each other. Or living together before marriage.
I have no idea if this column will be read by one person or a hundred. But I submit to you that we Catholics (well, all Christians really) are in need of a resurrection. We are in need of the power of Godâs most Holy Spirit to come upon us and to rattle our churches with a mighty wind. A mighty force of awakening.
Christ arose. He is alive. Christianity is alive. But some of churches arenât alive. Iâve been in them. They remind me of what a most holy woman, Lucille (R. I. P.) used to say: before she âfoundâ life in the Church, she thought all the âMASSES WERE FOR THE DEAD and all the HOMILIES WERE FOR MONEY.â More than a sliver of truth in those pablum churches that are allowing the flock to be mostly un-challenged, un-taught, self-catechized and self-directed. And with no real-world life testimony as to what it means to be an on-fire, resurrected Catholic. Many so-called Bible-believing churches don’t fare well in these areas either.
With regard to the hair dresser and the physical therapist, I will go gently into these matters. Although I wouldn’t mind hearing your thoughts. But know that in my heart that many of my generation and the one following entered the tomb and they have never resurrected. Myself, for a while included. We need to lay hands on the âwhateverâ generation of Catholics and bring them back to life.
Can I get an Amen?