A cafeteria Catholic, one who feels justified in picking and choosing which teachings and doctrines to practice, is not a Catholic. By consciously denying the teachings of the Church one effectively excommunicates oneself. Only practicing Catholics may participate fully in the Sacraments without fear of offending God and mortally damaging their eternal souls.
What I try to remember is that I don’t know God’s plan for anyone, let alone myself.
I try to always remember how God waited patiently for me - waited 43 years - all the time keeping me safe from harm, keeping me alive and safe in spite of my every attempt to kill myself through drugs, car wrecks, smaoking and drinking, and just general stupidity. I was bound in a lifestyle of habitual sin and I’m sure many looked at me this way - effectively self-excommunicated, not worthy of the sacraments, and damned to eternal Hell.
I remember in my mid-20’s, a woman I worked with and one of my former teachers from high school discussing my behavior right in front of me like I wasn’t even there. They were wagging their heads and saying that I was a waste of life, that I might as well just go overdose on drugs right then and there because that is what was going to happen to eventually anyway and that I was just a waste of life.
But God waited patiently for 43 years, slowly getting me to quit drugs and cut my hair. He gave me a wife and and children - which I didn’t deserve - and used them to teach me responsiblity. When my daughter died, God gave me a chance to turn to him but I wasn’t ready so he waited patiently some more while I continued in sin, until the departure of my wife finally broke me and I had no place to go but to God. And now here I am.
When I see “Cafateria Catholics”, I see myself. When I see lukewarm Catholics, or uncatechized Catholics, or Catholics who are addicted to sin or who recieve the Eucharist in a state of sin, I see myself. I try to remember that not long ago, I was exactly like them. I try to always remember that I don’t know God’s plan for anyone. He could have big plans for that cafateria Catholic, or that sinner, or that sex addict, or that guy who shows up at Mass in bermuda shorts and topsiders. I have no idea when that person is going to be converted or who I will see in heaven if I make it there.
That’s one of the reasons why I chose St. Augustin as my confirmation saint. God can use a broken tool, and he can convert anyone, and we really don’t know who or when it will happen. St. Augustine and I undersand that.
-Tim-