I might do it too. I have before.
But I sometimes think about this. When I was a kid, lo these many years ago, we lived in the country. Even so, people were around all the time, particularly in the summertime. There was a creek below our house, and it was full of kids all summer long. It was in the Ozarks, and hillbilly adults came to the creek to get water for their animals and themselves. My dad and/or mom would go down and pass the time in conversation with them. I sat to the side and listened with fascination to the old stories and ancient beliefs.
My grandmother lived in town, and we spent quite a bit of time there. People came to visit her a lot. In the summertime, people sat out on their lawns or porches and talked to people who passed by. Lots of people on the sidewalks on a summer night.
Now, we seal our houses up to conserve heat or air conditioning. Nobody walks. Few people visit. We do see people briefly at church. I joined a parish choir because I like to sing and because it’s a circle of friends all its own.
People we work with don’t live within walking distance like in times past. We go home to a place distant from where they go home, and at work we talk about the work. We don’t play the piano in the summertime for passers-by to listen to and maybe stop by to talk about this piece or that one. If we play the piano or sing, nobody can hear us, and there’s nobody on the sidewalk to hear it anyway.
To me, disputation or no disputation, CAF is, to me, like those summer nights sitting on my grandmother’s porch talking to the passers-by. Sometimes there were friendly arguments then, too. Politics, local, regional, national. The virtues of Fords over Chevys or vice versa. In the country, it was even more disputatious. It was largely populated by hillbilly fundamentalists, and while there were sometimes mighty disputations, we did care about each other after all. I remember my dad “arguing” with a hillbilly over whether preachers benefited from education as opposed to simply “getting the call”. Never mind that my dad was Catholic. He could get into their world even though they had no real ability to get into his. But sometimes the Church came up, and I genuinely believe he persuaded some that the Catholic Church isn’t really so bad, strange as it was to them in that day and time. Now the country is largely made up of very large ranches, sometimes owned by people who don’t even live there. Some of the old families are still there, but dwindling. I go to see them sometimes. I raise some cattle myself, and sometimes sit after working with them with some locals, drinking beer. I like it a lot, but it’s occasional. They all work in some town somewhere now and oftentimes aren’t there.
Everybody talks about how too many social relationships are electronic, and how that’s a poor substitute for face-to-face socialization. But they’re better than nothing. And I say that notwithstanding that I get a good deal of social contact. But it’s just not the same for the most part. For one thing, other than in the parish context, there’s so little people have in common now, and it’s considered bad form to even express an opinion, let alone argue it. We have all somehow come to the conclusion that subjective judgments are equally valid with first principles, and in a way, there’s nothing to dispute. Worse, it’s bad manners to do so. Here we can do it, perhaps learn some things we didn’t know, feel empathy for some of the really bad things people are going through.
Oh well.