I just really don’t get this need–from either “side”–to engage in this labeling stuff. I’ve encountered it more often from those who want to start labeling anyone who struggles with a teaching, whether major or minor, as a “cafeteria Catholic”, but I’m seeing more and more of this striking at those who have a preference for the traditional.
Yes, many of the “traditional” stripe can be quite inflamatory. But then so can those on the other end of the spectrum. And for that matter so can all the rest of us in between. When someone “pushes our buttons” it is natural to strike back.
To be fair, “traditionalists” (and I hate even using the term in this way but it is descriptive only of the preference as I’m using it here) have been marginalized to a great extent, largely because of the suppression of the TLM. It would not be unexpected that any of us, if our liturgical preference was taken away for no good reason, would become defensive and perhaps
offensive. And much of the inflamatory rhetoric that goes on here is nothing more than “Hatfield-McCoy” feuding over things that started years ago and we can’t put behind us.
In the end this isn’t a whole lot different than the Israeli-Palestinian standoff. It’s no longer about seeking peace and unity; it’s about “getting even”. So we constantly dredge up the slights of the past and make them our own to justify pushing the other “side” out of the picture and showing that God loves our side better. And unfortunately there are those in “leadership” positions that are more than happy to fan the flames for their own benefit.
What a crock! We are Catholics. Period. No modifiers. We are at different places in our journey. We may prefer to worship in different ways. We may struggle with different teachings. But we are followers of the One True God and His Son who died for each and every one of us. And each and every one of us is totally and eternally dependent on His mercy for on our own we can do nothing.
Can we not stop this carnage? Christ cannot be divided, so either we’re all beloved by him or none of us are. And either way we’re all in the same boat. I’ll close with one of my favorite poems:
He drew a circle that shut me out
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout
But love and I had the wit to win;
We drew a circle that took him in.
Edwin Markham
Father forgive us for far too often we know not what we do.