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Truthstalker
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Since I’m thinking about this, I’ll give it a shot. It may drive some crazy to inform them that 2+2=4, despite their insistence that the sum is 3, or 5, or 7, or that the answer doesn’t matter, as long as we agree to disagree, but the fact still remains that 2+2=4. God being God, he told the Church SOMETHING, and the Catholic Church, for better or worse, regards itself as being in the position of being authoritatively informed that 2+2=4.So the Catholic Church, despite its belief in the possibility of infallibility (a concept of man) may sometimes be in error, or force compromises in belief. We must accept this unless we want to be unthinking sheep. (I have always wondered whether I want to be designated one of Christ’s sheep, one of His lambs: although the image is comforting, sheep are not among the smartest creatures on God’s earth, and they always seem to be being driven to slaughter. If I am a pig, at least I get pearls.)
And once you agree with that, these Catholics tell me, there is a liberation of the mind. One is no longer stuck asking what 2+2 equals, but you can go on to multiplication, division, exponents, complex algebras and geometries, calculus and so forth. In short, a whole new world, vast horizons of thought, are opened up to you. Someone told me once that he only felt really free intellectually AFTER he conceded that the Catholic Church has the goods. He could only really begin to think after he submitted himself to Catholic authority. That, frankly, drives me bonkers.
Under the Catholic tree are many pieces of fruit knocked off the branches by those climbing higher and higher. I’ve picked up a few, bitten into them, tasted wondrous things beyond my imagination, wondered if they taste better in the tree rather than rotting in the mud, trampled by swine and subject to flies and worms. Surely they taste better higher up, in their native home. And so I look up the tree, and there, climbers ascend out of sight, and I can only exhort them not to fall. But their eyes and ears are trained upward.
I am a Protestant, and the world is wide. But as far as I can see, and I’ve traveled far, there is only one tree. And that fact, one the Catholic Church is stuck with, drives me bonkers.
There I go thinking like a Catholic again.
