Maybe it would be more clear if we stopped using the phrase “cafeteria Catholics” and started calling them what the Catechism calls them: heretics. “Heresy is the obstinate post-baptismal denial of some truth which must be believed with divine and catholic faith, or it is likewise an obstinate doubt concerning the same.” (CCC 2089.) If we wish to be specific about the most common type of heretics, we can call them modernists (since radical “traditionalists” are also heretics).
The idea of a cafeteria Catholic saddens me and hits close to home as does the idea put forth that cafeteria Catholics are heretics.
Until relatively recently I certainly was a heretic. I was baptized as an infant, I went to catholic school, but one way or another I missed what it really about. Not only did I not think of myself as Catholic; I didn’t even identify myself as Christian - that put me a step or two past cafeteria Catholic. I never actually believed in God as someone who cared about me or was for me or in anyway present in the now. I should have known better, my family went to mass occasionally, the opportunities where there. I was inattentive, prideful and dismissive so it is my fault. Previously I tended to feel some of the things were just the Catholic Church being anti-sex, patriarchal, outdated, etc. I had a fairly childish notion that teachings and positions were based on “Because I told you so” instead of any interior logic or truth. Yes, I was a heretic.
So what about now? My uncle, who is very religious, used the term cafeteria Catholic against me at my cousin’s wedding reception while interrogating me regarding my having received communion. If family members have such difficulty at the prospect of me being sincere I probably have little hope of convincing others.
Yes, I have doubts about teachings. Yes, I sometimes feel like my life will never line up. Yes, it looks like I pick and choose. Does this really make me a heretic/cafeteria Catholic? I think the real issue is that in this cafeteria I still have the under developed palette of a toddler. I have no idea what all this stuff is or how much of what I should be getting. What I do know is that what is on my plate so far seems like the best thing ever!
What have I been picking and choosing? I chose to accept that God is real and Jesus is not some quaint antiquated relic of long ago. He is now. He came, taught, lived, suffered, died not just then, not just for others - but also for me. I finally tasted that I am profoundly loved by the real God. A God whose love is unwavering and enveloping and completely undeserved. That is a lot to have on my plate!
I look like an idiot all the time and it is very humbling. I never know when I am going to be called on to try to explain or defend myself. Everyone else seems to know how to balance out their lunch trays with all the grown up food but I am just holding up the line grinning like a fool. It feels like any minute my tray will crash to the floor with a bang then everyone will turn to stare and go “ooo-ooooo.”
I still am working on developing my palette; I am sure there are others working on it too. I am starting to see how the Church creates healthy meals and nourishes me. I’ve had real food now; there is no way I can go back to the old junk. The prayer admitting that I am not worthy for the Lord to enter under my roof is, in my case, undeniable. Prior to believing I made many assumptions about the Church’s views and my information regarding them typically came from sources outside the Church. I did not see a value in evaluating the whats or whys so I did not see the rigorous thought or underlying principles behind many of the church’s positions.
A description of me as Cafeteria Catholic seems reductive and heretic doesn’t seem right either. So when you find people like me please don’t give us silly name or try to kick us out. We are working to understand. Besides, where else would you have us go?