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RevDon,
You misunderstand something about the figurative athletic program of the Catholic Church. It was never one based upon the notions of democracy, political lobbying, or figurative fat bodies not wanting to train but sit around sipping pina coladas. youtube.com/watch?v=QVdhZwK7cS8
It was not even one established denying those within its training and Olympic camps would fall. Fall short. Finish the race late. Or even find themselves lost out in the forests and mountain ranges without compass.
Not that it doesn’t have its wine and cheer and its siestas.
But there was a time to train and a time to make merry.
You can’t be to tasking. You have to allow your athletes and charges rest. Even on so long a march. But you can’t pamper them to light or you have failed to condition them for game day, for the eventual battle ahead. Their enemy on that great day of battle will give them no quarter. Their enemy will attack them from every flank they can and exploit every weakness they have.
Vince Lombardi told the players of the Green Bay Packers when he took over the them as head coach and General Manager (they were the most losing team in the NFL at that time):
*“Gentleman, we will relentlessly pursue perfection knowing full well we will never attain it. Because in doing so we will achieve excellence.” *
The Church knows that no one will attain perfection. But it has set up a program that ranks it beside the former and legendary Kronks Gym of Detroit, and ranks it along Title Town in Green Bay, Wisconsin. You may sweat in the gym of Detroit or freeze on the tundra of Green Bay, but in the process you will have attained excellence.
The evidence? The stars and champions of the program. Like St. Bernadette, Padre Pio, and the many thousands more.
You say, "light burden, " and that may be true for when the Lord and Madonna offer reprieve. And they do on so long of journeys. I attest to that. But the history of the Church, and the examples of the ending of the Apostles and martyrs tells another truism: The path to glory is a road hard to take, a narrow road, but the path to destruction wide.
So, the socio-politics of homosexuality and gay marriage aside, the Church has to consider everything in light of the Catholic conception of the Holy Eucharist. And the Church understands itself as having an ancient enemy it was founded and commissioned to battle. An enemy so terrifying, so without empathy, that modern man prefers to not believe in him or his legions.
But I’ll leave you with a little advice from a Hollywood movie on exorcism from a character played by actor Anthony Hopkins: You be careful. Just because you don’t believe in the devil, it won’t protect you from him.
But you may recognize there are a lot of sinful and hateful people in Catholicism. I would agree with you. The only thing I can say is I try to look toward Jesus and the Holy Mother. The saints as well. Looking at too many Catholics would just get me too angry.
This clip of Al Panchino giving a speech in a football locker room captures my experience and views of life well. I have the hounds of hell inches from my neck, my jugular, all the time. And I can’t fight for long yards, heroic scales of length.
Pachino: youtube.com/watch?v=9ku3E7NPRuE
You misunderstand something about the figurative athletic program of the Catholic Church. It was never one based upon the notions of democracy, political lobbying, or figurative fat bodies not wanting to train but sit around sipping pina coladas. youtube.com/watch?v=QVdhZwK7cS8
It was not even one established denying those within its training and Olympic camps would fall. Fall short. Finish the race late. Or even find themselves lost out in the forests and mountain ranges without compass.
Not that it doesn’t have its wine and cheer and its siestas.
But there was a time to train and a time to make merry.
You can’t be to tasking. You have to allow your athletes and charges rest. Even on so long a march. But you can’t pamper them to light or you have failed to condition them for game day, for the eventual battle ahead. Their enemy on that great day of battle will give them no quarter. Their enemy will attack them from every flank they can and exploit every weakness they have.
Vince Lombardi told the players of the Green Bay Packers when he took over the them as head coach and General Manager (they were the most losing team in the NFL at that time):
*“Gentleman, we will relentlessly pursue perfection knowing full well we will never attain it. Because in doing so we will achieve excellence.” *
The Church knows that no one will attain perfection. But it has set up a program that ranks it beside the former and legendary Kronks Gym of Detroit, and ranks it along Title Town in Green Bay, Wisconsin. You may sweat in the gym of Detroit or freeze on the tundra of Green Bay, but in the process you will have attained excellence.
The evidence? The stars and champions of the program. Like St. Bernadette, Padre Pio, and the many thousands more.
You say, "light burden, " and that may be true for when the Lord and Madonna offer reprieve. And they do on so long of journeys. I attest to that. But the history of the Church, and the examples of the ending of the Apostles and martyrs tells another truism: The path to glory is a road hard to take, a narrow road, but the path to destruction wide.
So, the socio-politics of homosexuality and gay marriage aside, the Church has to consider everything in light of the Catholic conception of the Holy Eucharist. And the Church understands itself as having an ancient enemy it was founded and commissioned to battle. An enemy so terrifying, so without empathy, that modern man prefers to not believe in him or his legions.
But I’ll leave you with a little advice from a Hollywood movie on exorcism from a character played by actor Anthony Hopkins: You be careful. Just because you don’t believe in the devil, it won’t protect you from him.
But you may recognize there are a lot of sinful and hateful people in Catholicism. I would agree with you. The only thing I can say is I try to look toward Jesus and the Holy Mother. The saints as well. Looking at too many Catholics would just get me too angry.
This clip of Al Panchino giving a speech in a football locker room captures my experience and views of life well. I have the hounds of hell inches from my neck, my jugular, all the time. And I can’t fight for long yards, heroic scales of length.
Pachino: youtube.com/watch?v=9ku3E7NPRuE