This is a very good thread, very interesting.
Brother brought up the how when we think we are important we can become didactic. I see this in RCIA - it is very rote and didactic - Church history, the seven sacraments, the parts of the Mass, etc. Maybe we have become a triumphalist Church instead of remembering that we are an institution where people are to have a profound encounter with a person, Jesus.
I asked someone who had just been received into the Church if they had been taught in RCIA how to pray. She said that they didn’t even mention prayer.
-Tim-
I agree this is a fascinating thread. I have to say that looking back at my own Catholic experience, I left the Church after high school for the reasons Clem mentioned. Not so much as it directly affected me as I was born just before Vatican II and though raised in a Catholic parochial school, the teachers were all laity and not religious though I also had good and bad teachers. However my mother’s generation went through an education by strict nuns and it was not always a pleasant experience and many of her generation, herself included, were scarred by the experience. I suspect in those days religious didn’t always become religious for the right reasons. As my mother related, some nuns were just plain mean and sadistic. I have no reason to doubt her account; she was a person of simple faith until her death 13 years ago, and had no axe to grind. But you could tell that some of the wounds she received cut deep.
Fast forward, and I returned to the Church in 1997 at age 39. At that time I thought too that simple obedience, and strict adherence to doctrine, would “save” me (and largely save me from myself, or my sinful ways). It worked for a while. For quite a long while actually, maybe 10 years or so. “I” wasn’t like that publican over there. I went to Mass every Sunday, gave generously to the parish, argued for the faith with Evangelicals (including my wife), and essentially became one miserable SOB to be around.
I even became a Benedictine Oblate and tried to live the Rule like a rule book rather than a guide for life.
And then I fell back into the main sin that dogged me all my life. Definitely a hard landing. Nearly divorced over it. In grief my wife wrote a long letter to my spiritual director.
Then the most amazing thing happened. Out of the blue, she forgave me. Unconditionally, recognizing her role as well (it takes 2 to tango…)
That’s when I realized that what mattered was a transformational relationship with Christ. Perfect observance of the rules, “simple obedience”, if not accompanied with inner transformation is just window dressing. I think the Rule of St. Benedict’s 12 degrees of humility addresses that. It’s not that simple obedience is wrong. It has its place on the start of the transformational journey. But we mustn’t make the mistake of assuming that if we can achieve that, our work is done.
Because trust me, a hard landing is on its way. It
will happen. You
will have your dark night of the soul when you realize you’ve alienated loved ones, and that at the core of yourself, you’re unchanged. Worse, you’ve gone from being what the Holy Father calls a “sourpuss”, to a badly fallen sourpuss.
So what then? That’s when the transformation begins. You realize YOU are the publican in the other pew. You can do nothing other than to reach out to Christ in all humility (and humiliation) saying “here I am Lord; please take me as I am because I’m helpless without you”. That moment came for me in a ancient chapel on the grounds of a monastery in France that I had escaped to, in order to wrap my head around an impending divorce (which ended up not happening… see above). I realized that I was 100% dependent on His mercy. I couldn’t do this on my own. What He wants is not perfect observance of the rules, but a realization of who we are, our broken nature, so that we put our
trust in his unconditional love, and begin doing the best we can do with the broken material we have to work with, our fallen selves, fully aware that we will get up and fall again many times on the road ahead; but hopefully with time and healing, the time between the falls become longer as we learn to return the unconditional love we have received. It’s what He came for: to redeem us. Not to browbeat us into become perfect observers of the rules, policed by perfect policemen.
It was not an easy realization. When I boarded the plane home from France I thought my marriage was finished and my life was in tatters. It’s no small miracle of His making that this didn’t happen, and my wife and I, since that moment, have enjoyed over 3 blissful years, the best years of our marriage in fact, madly in love with each other like a couple of teenagers!