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My expectations were dashed rather terribly, as instead of physical healing over Christmas or New Year’s, I got the flu. (Or a bad cold that lasted several days that had me bed-ridden. Today seems to be the last day.)
I spent several hours researching St. Teresa of Calcutta’s miracles, and was dismayed to find the evidence does not dispel reasonable doubt: How much did the medicine involved help? What is the natural rate of recovery for these ailments? The events appear too remote to check any further. It appears reasonable for a Christian to believe the Church, but it also appears reasonable for non-Christians to withhold judgment or attribute it to modern medicine, lacking all the details.
Given God’s silence and my suffering, I find myself with cognitive dissonance. Indeed, my suffering even appears to me correlated with being Christian and faithful, as if whatever is responsible for my reality is punishing me, trying to get me to stop. Is Mohammedanism correct? It certainly doesn’t appear to be; I’ve read the Quran and was impressed by how threatening it was, but maybe it makes more sense with proper interpretation, like the Bible.
My problem is worse, though: I think I don’t believe the Eucharist at my church is Jesus’ Body and Blood any more. Perhaps the priest wasn’t validly ordained? Declarations of marriage nullity demonstrate that initial impairments can prevent the Sacrament of Matrimony from validly occurring, and similarly the Sacrament of Penance “doesn’t work” if the person isn’t truly sorry, e.g. deliberately doesn’t confess some sin. Is there something that can prevent a valid ordination? Clearly the SSPX extreme traditionalists think so, but their arguments are silly for being hyper-literal. How do we know the priest has been validly ordained, and that what he’s offering is in fact the Eucharist?
I don’t want to receive it any more until I have reason to think it’s actually Jesus’ Body. It seems sacrilegious to do otherwise. I also don’t want to continue going to Mass: I’m tired of the liturgical abuses (“let’s repeat the Lord’s Prayer in multiple languages! let’s say ‘Merry Christmas’ or ‘Happy New Year’ instead of ‘the Lord’s Peace be with you’!”) and the bad music (Filipinos singing in Tagalog with rusted guitar strings, Japanese playing guitar music poorly adapted to an electric organ). It’s a frustrating waste of 60-80 minutes when God remains silent and apparently absent. It also appears to me to be bad to persuade youth to believe there’s a loving God who’ll help them if God isn’t actually there helping us.
So it seems better for me to quit going to church, to quit wasting time praying and studying Christian events. One reason my life is so bad now is because of how much time I’ve spent learning and practicing the faith. My pastor doesn’t speak English and my Japanese is not adequate for such a deep discussion, and he seems to regard it as a job rather than a calling, so I don’t think trying to talk with him about it would be a good idea.
Do you have any advice? I am thinking to try going back to a psychiatrist and taking drugs to deal with depression – the thought of living ~50 more years with this defective body is depressing.
I spent several hours researching St. Teresa of Calcutta’s miracles, and was dismayed to find the evidence does not dispel reasonable doubt: How much did the medicine involved help? What is the natural rate of recovery for these ailments? The events appear too remote to check any further. It appears reasonable for a Christian to believe the Church, but it also appears reasonable for non-Christians to withhold judgment or attribute it to modern medicine, lacking all the details.
Given God’s silence and my suffering, I find myself with cognitive dissonance. Indeed, my suffering even appears to me correlated with being Christian and faithful, as if whatever is responsible for my reality is punishing me, trying to get me to stop. Is Mohammedanism correct? It certainly doesn’t appear to be; I’ve read the Quran and was impressed by how threatening it was, but maybe it makes more sense with proper interpretation, like the Bible.
My problem is worse, though: I think I don’t believe the Eucharist at my church is Jesus’ Body and Blood any more. Perhaps the priest wasn’t validly ordained? Declarations of marriage nullity demonstrate that initial impairments can prevent the Sacrament of Matrimony from validly occurring, and similarly the Sacrament of Penance “doesn’t work” if the person isn’t truly sorry, e.g. deliberately doesn’t confess some sin. Is there something that can prevent a valid ordination? Clearly the SSPX extreme traditionalists think so, but their arguments are silly for being hyper-literal. How do we know the priest has been validly ordained, and that what he’s offering is in fact the Eucharist?
I don’t want to receive it any more until I have reason to think it’s actually Jesus’ Body. It seems sacrilegious to do otherwise. I also don’t want to continue going to Mass: I’m tired of the liturgical abuses (“let’s repeat the Lord’s Prayer in multiple languages! let’s say ‘Merry Christmas’ or ‘Happy New Year’ instead of ‘the Lord’s Peace be with you’!”) and the bad music (Filipinos singing in Tagalog with rusted guitar strings, Japanese playing guitar music poorly adapted to an electric organ). It’s a frustrating waste of 60-80 minutes when God remains silent and apparently absent. It also appears to me to be bad to persuade youth to believe there’s a loving God who’ll help them if God isn’t actually there helping us.
So it seems better for me to quit going to church, to quit wasting time praying and studying Christian events. One reason my life is so bad now is because of how much time I’ve spent learning and practicing the faith. My pastor doesn’t speak English and my Japanese is not adequate for such a deep discussion, and he seems to regard it as a job rather than a calling, so I don’t think trying to talk with him about it would be a good idea.
Do you have any advice? I am thinking to try going back to a psychiatrist and taking drugs to deal with depression – the thought of living ~50 more years with this defective body is depressing.