D
DrPiano
Guest
To which I would add, going to confession would put her in a place for a priest to help her form her conscience about whether this is grave matter or not.LSIP,
You raise some good points here.
But I think we are getting too sidetracked in the specifics of just what she was wearing, and the postion. And we are missing the more specific point about her pang of conscience and her deliberate rejection of that pang.
So let’s forget about exactly what she was wearing and exactly how she was sitting etc and look at her own admission. In the OP she clearly says…
I wondered if this position, which really draws attention to my upper body, could cause a young man walking by to stumble. However, I thought, "I don’t really care; it’s their problem; I don’t feel like moving–and anyways, maybe they won’t stumble." I am quite sure that this thought was a mortal sin.
The Holy Spirit, prompted her that what she was doing was maybe not such a good idea.
The Loving response to this prompting would have been to move.
Her admitted response was one of rejection and selfishness. “I don’t care”…“I’t their problem”…“I don’t feel like moving”.
These are serious issues that cover two out of three of the requirements fro mortal sin. Knowledge and consent. The prompting stems from her own knowldge of what she was wearing, and sitting and what was “exposed”. Her consent is evident in her selfish refusal to move and her comment “I don’t care”…
This only leaves whether it was “Grave matter”. This we cannot know…but in my view it is serious enough to warrant talking to her confessor about.
So - in all of this, we should not be distracted by the details but get to the core, not of what others might do, but rather of what she freely admits she did do.
Should this girl be ashamed of her body? Absolutely not.
Should she take appropriate and charitable action when prompted by the Holy spirit? Absolutely YES.
Peace
James
I agree though (and did earlier) - because she had a pang of conscience and ignored it deliberately, she ought to go to confession and allow her confessor to help sort out the gravity of the situation.
And in a bit of defense of Tiberius (to whom I happened to be married) he doesn’t at all expect women to be ashamed of their bodies. I neither wear a burqua or wear frumpy clothes. I know in his mind (he’s still asleep right now), he was thinking of women who purposely show cleavage or purposely wear shirts that are too short/pants cut very low/high cut shorts/skin tight clothing. I wear very stylish clothing, but I don’t wear things that dip so low that you can see cleavage (I used to) in public. I know now, after getting to know my husband that things like that were/are a real temptation to him (at home it doesn’t matter because … well… we’re married