Kevin42:
You can’t blame God for the choices that men make. Yes, ideally they should radiate goodness. However, if you look at the saints, I’m sure you will find that they certainly stand out…
I see what you’re saying. Catholics have freewill, and, despite being in God’s one true Church which is guided by the Holy Spirit, despite receiving His supernatural grace through the Sacraments, despite physically and spiritually consuming God on a regular basis, and despite knowing all the essential truths about life, they can and do behave no better than the next man in the majority of cases.
I don’t hold that this is impossible. But my kneejerk reaction, quite understandably, is one of scepticism. In my experience the same scenario is played out in most religions to some degree. They all say they have life’s answers and that if I join them I’ll go to heaven and find peace and become holy or something along those lines. But then I take a look at those currently practising the religion and I see a pretty unimpressive bunch.
If you’ll forgive the crude analogy, I’m reminded a bit of such things as weight loss products. You see these things advertised everywhere. They hold photographs up as examples of success and then proceed to claim that their particular product really is the answer. However, when you ask around, you discover that most of their clients have actually experienced little to no improvements, and those that have improved have done so in spite of the product.
Catholic_Mike:
I can relate, but I don’t think there is escape from that. Catholicism has difficult issues to think through, but so does any secular moral code…
Thanks for this. I like your reasoning and this course of action makes sense. I do pray from time to time, as I am sure many agnostics do. I stopped studying because I found it very tiresome and frustrating. I felt I was getting nowhere, understanding very little, and the mountain of knowledge I felt I had to climb in order to reach a satisfying conclusion on most matters seemed completely out of my reach. For that reason I have in recent years felt drawn towards a position of doubt on most things, even to the point of questioning my own existence.
I started practising the Faith when I was a teenager – about seventeen as I recall. I’d been introduced to the Church by relatives on my mother’s side a year earlier. My mother herself had just decided to convert and I guess the combined influence of her and my aunties and uncles led me to “give it a go.”
I had been very poorly instructed in the Faith and had to learn most of it on my own. My family are very simple people you see, and their understanding of the Faith is largely practical. I was young at the time and was convinced enough by the idea that God had singled me out to become Catholic – he had after all influenced my aunts and uncles to become Catholic, now my mother, and through this chain, me. All this coupled with a powerful experience I once had in prayer was enough to keep me in the Church at the time.
jonk:
Would you be able to p(name removed by moderator)oint the exact event and/or idea that made you start question your faith…
There were always nagging doubts in the back of my mind. For many years these doubts got pushed away, I just ignored them or said “I’ll deal with you later” and got on with things.
I can’t p(name removed by moderator)oint exactly when I started to openly question the faith. I think it must have begun at university. People would come to me and ask me my opinion on complex matters. I tried my best to answer them with the mind of the Church, but I became aware of the weakness of my position and the strength of their arguments. In my studies too I was beginning to learn to think critically and increasingly becoming aware of the holes in the Faith.
Nevertheless, I soldiered on. I had bad experiences with faithless nuns, priests and laity; I attended my share of scandalous lectures and liturgies. I reacted to all this at the time by focusing on getting my degree over with, telling my examiners what they wanted to hear, and mixing in my spare time in increasingly conservative and traditionalist circles.
After a while I discovered there were just as many troubled souls in conservative and traditionalist camps as there were in the liberal camp. There didn’t appear to be much critical thinking or scholarship going on either; this made me wonder if these groups had any intellectual rigour. I continued on regardless, but the doubts kept nagging, and I guess I just began giving in to them.
Eventually it got the stage where going to Mass and telling people about the faith became ridiculous. I felt like a fraudster. That’s when I decided I had to stop going altogether.