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AlanFromWichita
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OneSheep and Pitcharan, I’m still considering your posts and still plan to respond, but I don’t know when. I’ve been thinking a lot of different things in the very recent past so I’m still kind of in flux over some of them.
But to such a simple question, I wish I could have a simple answer: yes or no … but I can’t for a few reasons, and it seems to be a good starting place to try to sort that out.

I guess at this point I’m not really sure what words I would use to describe myself, much less define myself. I am a “practicing” Catholic, I enjoy going to Mass and especially enjoy playing the music for people to sing along. I go to Knights meetings and use to be a leader in several church organizations until my doctor ordered me to quit them. I love God like I love my parents, but I don’t “fear” my parents. I very much “miss” my Dad, and with Mom’s recent problems with her mind, in a way I’m starting to “miss” her too, even though she’s sitting about eight feet from me right now. I fear losing the company of my mother if she should die, just like before Dad died I feared losing his. They have been sources of unconditional love, to the best of my perception and imagination, so they are about as close as I can come to a human analogy of what God’s love might be like.
But I really do not fear losing the company of God because God will not die and honestly, it has been a great while (and before my last confession) that I did anything knowingly and with consent, that was also grave matter – so if I am separated from God I would not know why. I think it would be terrible if that happened, but I trust that Jesus did send me a Helper and Guide, and as long as I do my best to be open to His guidance, I just don’t know what else I can do. And just as an athlete will never win by keeping an eye on the referee instead of the opponent, the clock instead of the finish line, or a person walking looking down in fear of stepping on a crack may not be able to see where he is going, it just doesn’t seem useful in any way to me, God, or any of God’s creation for me to live in a state of fear … meaning in a state of anxiety over things going wrong. Maybe anxiety motivates some people, but it paralyzes me.
So again, do I fear God? If He teaches me, through His Church that the only real way I can be separated from sin is if I intentionally choose to knowingly violate His commands involving grave matter, then I am not afraid He will send me to hell. And if I’m wrong on that, and I do not do such things intentionally and He sends me to hell anyway, then how would it have helped in any way for me to have lived my earthly life being afraid? So to my (possibly convoluted) reasoning, to “fear” that I’m going to hell based on nothing I’ve knowingly and intentionally done, is essentially to NOT trust God or the teachings of His church. Unless I can commit mortal sin without knowing I’ve done it, or unless God sends me to hell even though I have not committed mortal sin, than it seems all bets are off because I’m misled about Church teachings involving the very core issues of salvation, then if someone shows me where the Church teaches otherwise I’d be very afraid of God, indeed. And if I’m not wrong about Church teachings, but the teachings are wrong about the core issues of salvation, then why even bother with listening to the Church on other subjects any more than a philosopher or even a comedian?
Do I do wrong things? Things I regret? Things that might even constitute venial sin? Yes. But do such sins “earn” our way to hell? Why would Jesus have bothered to come and die for us if following every letter of every rule was our only ticket – didn’t we have that system before Jesus came?
Perhaps if I were cavalier about “small” wrongs and didn’t care that I did them, it would somehow become a mortal sin, but I’m not. I am probably my own worse critic and judge, and it’s taken me many years to get over thinking poorly of myself compared to others. I didn’t as a child, but I got beaten down and it’s taken a while to get up. I look at people around whom I can run rings, let’s say, in mathematics or in certain engineering environments, and for this reason or that I find them more worthy of respect than myself as an overall human being – not just in the context I know I can beat them. In fact, people who go through life seemingly happy and loving and helpful who are LESS capable or knowledgeable or with fewer material possessions and resources then me, impress me more than I impress myself because they come do more with less.
It may sound like I’m having an attack of depression. Been there, done that, and this isn’t it. I am feeling kind of sad, though, compared to usual, this afternoon. But please do not offer me sympathy because I’m not looking for that. I’m only saying it in case somebody is worried about me based on what might come across as self-deprecating remarks above. Do not worry about my happiness; I have no shortage of people who love and care about me, and if I need a shoulder to cry on they are readily available. Thank you, though, for listening for when you listen to me you are treating me like I were Jesus, about whom His father told us to “listen to Him.”
Alan
But to such a simple question, I wish I could have a simple answer: yes or no … but I can’t for a few reasons, and it seems to be a good starting place to try to sort that out.
Sigh. I’m still a bit iffy on use of the word “fear” because it seems to mean so many things to so many people in so many contexts, but I’ll try to address your question. I’m not sure anybody will get anything out of this post either for edification or something tangible to respond to, so if you’re looking for something profound, you might want to scroll on by.Would you consider yourself a God fearing man? Being a God fearing man is really huge in Judaism, and I think it’s well accepted by Catholics.
I guess at this point I’m not really sure what words I would use to describe myself, much less define myself. I am a “practicing” Catholic, I enjoy going to Mass and especially enjoy playing the music for people to sing along. I go to Knights meetings and use to be a leader in several church organizations until my doctor ordered me to quit them. I love God like I love my parents, but I don’t “fear” my parents. I very much “miss” my Dad, and with Mom’s recent problems with her mind, in a way I’m starting to “miss” her too, even though she’s sitting about eight feet from me right now. I fear losing the company of my mother if she should die, just like before Dad died I feared losing his. They have been sources of unconditional love, to the best of my perception and imagination, so they are about as close as I can come to a human analogy of what God’s love might be like.
But I really do not fear losing the company of God because God will not die and honestly, it has been a great while (and before my last confession) that I did anything knowingly and with consent, that was also grave matter – so if I am separated from God I would not know why. I think it would be terrible if that happened, but I trust that Jesus did send me a Helper and Guide, and as long as I do my best to be open to His guidance, I just don’t know what else I can do. And just as an athlete will never win by keeping an eye on the referee instead of the opponent, the clock instead of the finish line, or a person walking looking down in fear of stepping on a crack may not be able to see where he is going, it just doesn’t seem useful in any way to me, God, or any of God’s creation for me to live in a state of fear … meaning in a state of anxiety over things going wrong. Maybe anxiety motivates some people, but it paralyzes me.
So again, do I fear God? If He teaches me, through His Church that the only real way I can be separated from sin is if I intentionally choose to knowingly violate His commands involving grave matter, then I am not afraid He will send me to hell. And if I’m wrong on that, and I do not do such things intentionally and He sends me to hell anyway, then how would it have helped in any way for me to have lived my earthly life being afraid? So to my (possibly convoluted) reasoning, to “fear” that I’m going to hell based on nothing I’ve knowingly and intentionally done, is essentially to NOT trust God or the teachings of His church. Unless I can commit mortal sin without knowing I’ve done it, or unless God sends me to hell even though I have not committed mortal sin, than it seems all bets are off because I’m misled about Church teachings involving the very core issues of salvation, then if someone shows me where the Church teaches otherwise I’d be very afraid of God, indeed. And if I’m not wrong about Church teachings, but the teachings are wrong about the core issues of salvation, then why even bother with listening to the Church on other subjects any more than a philosopher or even a comedian?
Do I do wrong things? Things I regret? Things that might even constitute venial sin? Yes. But do such sins “earn” our way to hell? Why would Jesus have bothered to come and die for us if following every letter of every rule was our only ticket – didn’t we have that system before Jesus came?
Perhaps if I were cavalier about “small” wrongs and didn’t care that I did them, it would somehow become a mortal sin, but I’m not. I am probably my own worse critic and judge, and it’s taken me many years to get over thinking poorly of myself compared to others. I didn’t as a child, but I got beaten down and it’s taken a while to get up. I look at people around whom I can run rings, let’s say, in mathematics or in certain engineering environments, and for this reason or that I find them more worthy of respect than myself as an overall human being – not just in the context I know I can beat them. In fact, people who go through life seemingly happy and loving and helpful who are LESS capable or knowledgeable or with fewer material possessions and resources then me, impress me more than I impress myself because they come do more with less.
It may sound like I’m having an attack of depression. Been there, done that, and this isn’t it. I am feeling kind of sad, though, compared to usual, this afternoon. But please do not offer me sympathy because I’m not looking for that. I’m only saying it in case somebody is worried about me based on what might come across as self-deprecating remarks above. Do not worry about my happiness; I have no shortage of people who love and care about me, and if I need a shoulder to cry on they are readily available. Thank you, though, for listening for when you listen to me you are treating me like I were Jesus, about whom His father told us to “listen to Him.”
Alan