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I was out on Saturday afternoon for about 2.5 hours in a public forum handing out rosaries with some fellow Catholics. We were following the methods of St. Paul Street Evangelization.
Overall, it was a very good day, with a pretty decent number of people (maybe 10 total in my time there) stopping to talk, for one reason or another. Some were Catholics who hadn’t been to mass in a while. Some were “unaffiliated” and seemed to be seeking something more profound in their lives. And then there was the one, truly difficult conversation that I’m sure represents many other such situations.
A fellow evangelist brought over a man with whom he had been speaking for about 20 minutes. The man was a self-professed atheist, and we set about having a fairly philosophical conversation about physics (“Why is there something rather than nothing?”) and objective morality. He seemed to be interested in all these topics, philosophically. At some point, I realized that while he was intellectually engaged in these topics, personal testimony was probably better. So I told him my own personal conversion story, and how coming back to the Church brought me back into touch with who I really am. At this point, he told his personal story.
He grew up in a family in which his uncle had been sexually molested by a parish priest when he was young. The family complained to the local bishop, who told them that the priest would be reassigned. The victim’s father (grandfather to the man with whom I spoke) was outraged by this response, and told the bishop that he was going to the police. In reply, the bishop told the family that if they went to the police, the family would be excommunicated. At this point, the victim’s mother (grandmother to the man with whom I spoke) became afraid, and prevented her husband from going to the police.
Upon hearing this, all I could do was apologize and say that what had happened to his family was wrong. The conversation didn’t last too much longer. The man thanked us for talking with him and said goodbye. I asked him if he’d like to continue the conversation some other time, but he didn’t respond.
To me, this abuse in the family history was the real heart of the matter. After this man had spent about 20 minutes with my friend and another 30 minutes with me talking about high-level philosophical issues, he revealed that he had grown up in a family where the Catholic hierarchy had hurt them grievously, and that seems to have been the backdrop for this self-professed atheist to grow up and develop a worldview that didn’t depend on God.
The man with whom I spoke took nearly an hour of his own time to talk with a couple Catholics about reasons to believe in God. He obviously had something inside him that was seeking answers he wasn’t getting in his everyday life. But in the shadow of his uncle’s abuse and the bishop’s spiritualized violence, something wasn’t reaching him.
I will pray for him. I’d appreciate any thoughts you have.
Overall, it was a very good day, with a pretty decent number of people (maybe 10 total in my time there) stopping to talk, for one reason or another. Some were Catholics who hadn’t been to mass in a while. Some were “unaffiliated” and seemed to be seeking something more profound in their lives. And then there was the one, truly difficult conversation that I’m sure represents many other such situations.
A fellow evangelist brought over a man with whom he had been speaking for about 20 minutes. The man was a self-professed atheist, and we set about having a fairly philosophical conversation about physics (“Why is there something rather than nothing?”) and objective morality. He seemed to be interested in all these topics, philosophically. At some point, I realized that while he was intellectually engaged in these topics, personal testimony was probably better. So I told him my own personal conversion story, and how coming back to the Church brought me back into touch with who I really am. At this point, he told his personal story.
He grew up in a family in which his uncle had been sexually molested by a parish priest when he was young. The family complained to the local bishop, who told them that the priest would be reassigned. The victim’s father (grandfather to the man with whom I spoke) was outraged by this response, and told the bishop that he was going to the police. In reply, the bishop told the family that if they went to the police, the family would be excommunicated. At this point, the victim’s mother (grandmother to the man with whom I spoke) became afraid, and prevented her husband from going to the police.
Upon hearing this, all I could do was apologize and say that what had happened to his family was wrong. The conversation didn’t last too much longer. The man thanked us for talking with him and said goodbye. I asked him if he’d like to continue the conversation some other time, but he didn’t respond.
To me, this abuse in the family history was the real heart of the matter. After this man had spent about 20 minutes with my friend and another 30 minutes with me talking about high-level philosophical issues, he revealed that he had grown up in a family where the Catholic hierarchy had hurt them grievously, and that seems to have been the backdrop for this self-professed atheist to grow up and develop a worldview that didn’t depend on God.
The man with whom I spoke took nearly an hour of his own time to talk with a couple Catholics about reasons to believe in God. He obviously had something inside him that was seeking answers he wasn’t getting in his everyday life. But in the shadow of his uncle’s abuse and the bishop’s spiritualized violence, something wasn’t reaching him.
I will pray for him. I’d appreciate any thoughts you have.