FYI, it was not just a slogan. It is a rather dynamic paraphrase of
My my, ye stand so boldly I do shake within my unpoetic shoes. Yet give me leave, goodman, to timidly oppose ye.
Yet what we have seen here is this insistence of using a classification system, a decision tree, to bounce people in and place them where they end up. It is a legitimate point to use a slogan to answer a continuing effort, not just to pidgeon-hole, but to make the categories even more rigid than the Church ever did. When two yes/no questions are used to put every one in one of four categories, yes, it is time to listen to the Pope and put aside the boxes.
What, my compatriot? At first, ye say ‘’ ‘tis no slogan, for your information,’’ and now I read it is. I suppose, no surprise should this give me, when I speak with those who do not think in boxes.
Lo! I hear the Prophets of Un-Boxing squawking: situations, and mercy, and thinking outside of boxes, and ''did you even read, villain?" And none of them ask the real questions:
What, I ask, is the will of God.
How, I ponder, is it known?
A thing is either of God’s will, or 'tis not. Oh, my dear Euthyphro, I would ask you how you know God’s will were I not confident that I should obtain a slogan in response hurled like dirt at a passing pharisee: ‘‘Vile Nightwolf - he knoweth not how to put away his boxes!’’ But stay, good one, and let a boxy moron instruct thee:
How shall I know the will of God?
From nature, which kills the weak as prey to the strong, before taking the life of the strong when they too grow weak?
From the human person, which acts just as nature does, but consciously?
From slogans born of a stilted sentimentality which often favor nature’s aggressive winners at the expense of nature’s quiet, timid losers?
Nay, sayeth I. The will of God cannot be found in these things, but known only through revelation. How else should I believe that God will the personhood of each, when nature would kill them like it does any other creature, starting with the weak? But oh, Euthyphro my friend, what find we in revelation but that which says that the one who marries a divorced one commits adultery? My brother pharisees, friend, tried your silly slogan on the Lord of Heaven went they pointed out Moses’ bill of divorce: do not think of yourselves as thinking outside of boxes when you have merely recycled (very green-like), a very tired, used-up box.
Now continue to bear with me. I, the terrible box-thinker, have the singular glory of being a small child’s patron. He, friend, was abandoned by heartless, indifferent parents. Tell to me, merciful un-boxer, what could your un-boxing say to him? ‘‘Honey,’’ perhaps it would say, ‘‘it wasn’t their fault that they loved drugs more than you. Their love was defective only because the culpability of their actions was reduced by their addictions. Now, be like the Merciful Father and say that their irregular situation is not so terribly bad.’’ What, ye think this is not a situation-similar? And yet:
Either an action builds up our fellow man, or it does not. Either one follows the will of God, or one does not. But the one and the other have consequences, some long-lasting and chronic - finally deadly. I should like very much to collect each of the slogans which pour from your honeyed lips and throw them upon the weeds in my garden as a pesticide. I have no scruples, mark me, in telling the parents of my dear young patronage that they are living sinful lives which are in disaccord with God’s will, and that they must convert and radically change their living.
No continuum.
No pseudo-psycho babble about culpability so that ye may feel good about favoring my patronage’s parents’ desires over the good of the child wounded by the culture of sin contrary to the will of God which ye are continuing to construct.
No apologies for believing that God’s existence is wildly inconvenient, as Sartre admitted it would be.
Talk to me not about ‘‘categories,’’ there are only realities: God’s will, or sin. This, in married life or in all life. The more marriage is surrendered to cultural convention, the more you side it with the aggressive and the less with the helpless such as my patronage. Very natural, verily; but hardly original thinking.
I’ve brought you a new box: Merry Christmas!