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Fellow Forum Posters,
Confession time: I don’t know how to cope, inwardly, with Protestants. Of course I know God loves them as He loves us. I am aware of the Church’s views and endeavors (especially from Vatican II and Pope John Paul II) towards ecumenism and certainly I agree. On an individual basis, provided we do not discuss religion, I not surprisingly find them just as myself – human! But when religion comes up – be it from an individual or when I read about a group (a particular denomination) or when I am forced to listen to a pro-Protestant tirade from whiney Catholics – actually, I should reduce that to a pro-Protestant remark from whiney and/or semi-Protestant Catholics, something strange happens to me. I have to hastily beat down a fierce combination of sadness and anger that leaps inside me.
I’ve asked myself why. Do I feel threatened? Do I hate them? Is it pride or a need to be right? No. I love all people and I don’t feel threatened. I know they often have the best of intentions. What I think gets me the most is that I feel that Protestantism is tearing His Body into teeny, tiny pieces. Break that apart into topics – all of their complaints and disagreements with our sacraments and Tradition, their attitude towards the Blessed Mother and the Holy Father – and some of you might be able to imagine how many times I have to beat myself up (inside) in the course of a day. If I am called to respond, it is always lovingly and and with civility, but I find it very stressful. I then become irritated with myself for getting so upset in the first place.
They are entitled to their opinions and beliefs and to declare them to all who will listen. Devout Protestants love God and serve Him well in their love for others.
But, ah, I have to lift my head from my hands again because that last short paragraph was as hard as it was easy (fair) to write – I resent them. God bless them and may our Blessed Mother pray for them since I don’t know how – and I’m thinking they probably wouldn’t appreciate my asking her.
Do I sound crazy? Don’t worry, I’m just tired. But I need your prayers and I need your advice.
May Christ’s peace protect you all.
Confession time: I don’t know how to cope, inwardly, with Protestants. Of course I know God loves them as He loves us. I am aware of the Church’s views and endeavors (especially from Vatican II and Pope John Paul II) towards ecumenism and certainly I agree. On an individual basis, provided we do not discuss religion, I not surprisingly find them just as myself – human! But when religion comes up – be it from an individual or when I read about a group (a particular denomination) or when I am forced to listen to a pro-Protestant tirade from whiney Catholics – actually, I should reduce that to a pro-Protestant remark from whiney and/or semi-Protestant Catholics, something strange happens to me. I have to hastily beat down a fierce combination of sadness and anger that leaps inside me.
I’ve asked myself why. Do I feel threatened? Do I hate them? Is it pride or a need to be right? No. I love all people and I don’t feel threatened. I know they often have the best of intentions. What I think gets me the most is that I feel that Protestantism is tearing His Body into teeny, tiny pieces. Break that apart into topics – all of their complaints and disagreements with our sacraments and Tradition, their attitude towards the Blessed Mother and the Holy Father – and some of you might be able to imagine how many times I have to beat myself up (inside) in the course of a day. If I am called to respond, it is always lovingly and and with civility, but I find it very stressful. I then become irritated with myself for getting so upset in the first place.
They are entitled to their opinions and beliefs and to declare them to all who will listen. Devout Protestants love God and serve Him well in their love for others.
But, ah, I have to lift my head from my hands again because that last short paragraph was as hard as it was easy (fair) to write – I resent them. God bless them and may our Blessed Mother pray for them since I don’t know how – and I’m thinking they probably wouldn’t appreciate my asking her.
Do I sound crazy? Don’t worry, I’m just tired. But I need your prayers and I need your advice.
May Christ’s peace protect you all.