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In honor of this special day, I thought I’d write a brief (edit: I tried to keep it brief, I really did!) response to a post @westernchauvinist put together some time ago. Here, she asked the Ricochetti what it would take to bring them back to church. Though it elicited many thoughts at the time, I’m finally getting back to you, WC.
Excepting the funeral masses I’ve worked this year, this has been the first I attended all year – before I’m accused of being one of those who steals the seats of you regular attendees during the holidays, I’ll admit that I haven’t gone to a Christmas Mass in years. I wasn’t raised in the Catholic Church, but I’ve known for some time that the church of my mother’s family is the one I belong to, and that any return to a hospital for sinners would be to a Catholic hospital.
But, oddly enough, the Pope has undermined my better intentions.
A millennial, I’ve always had a large buffet of superfluous clubs devoted to inclusivity. Perhaps I ought to have put that last word in quotations, because that word these people keep saying: I don’t think it means what they think it means. I’d say the correct definition entails allowing anyone to be a member, but to belong to a membership, an institution is required – and an institution requires a creed. I do not believe the Church has lost its creed, but its leader has put individuals like myself in the difficult position of feeling that our first action within the Church would be to tell a fib. And I really hate telling fibs!
Today was easy, though. I knew a dedication would be made to my late grandfather. The man is among the most important people to me, and my biggest regret was that I didn’t go through the confirmation process while he was alive. While I was sitting there this morning, I thought of WC’s opening question, and it occurred to me that it is the faithful who have shepherded me back home – this includes many of you on Ricochet.
So as this special new year approaches, one which reminds us of clear vision, I’m resolving to plant my rear in the pews on a more regular basis. (I’m a single man, under the age of 30, so I probably shouldn’t promise to make it every week, see my fibbing policy above.) Which, P.S., if you know of any parishes with some lovely young ladies, I don’t think that would hurt!
Thanks for all of you who’ve helped. And Merry Christmas to everyone!