"Those Catholics"
I really hate "those" Catholics.
You know, the ones who walk around wearing their "Who started your church?" t-shirts.
The ones who ramble ad nauseam about apologetics, truth with a great big "T."
The ones who cannot fathom actually approaching pro-choice activists to discuss the issue with them, without having some premeditated "gotcha" campaign camping in the back of their cortex.
The ones who flinch anytime anything remotely positive is said about homosexuals by any of their coreligionists.
The ones for whom narratives about Christian persecution in America are the justifiable just-so stories encouraging them to feel as though they are a repressed minority in a country that has historically spoken their language to the exclusion of others.
What dicks, right?
But then it dawned on me: each one of "those" Catholics is an individual person, just like me, who every day juggle work, school (about to graduate, though), readings, prayers, obligations to friends and family, etc.
Do "those" Catholics live up to my ideal of what a Catholic should be?
Absolutely not.
But do I?
Hmmm
Well, I suppose I don't; I spend an inordinate amount of time taking mental shits on "those" Catholics, but not nearly enough time praying for them, not nearly enough time praying in general, not nearly enough time actually practicing the faith as I see it.
I guess it's easy to ignore progress in theosis when one spends his days thinking of how wrong other people are.
Maybe it'd be better if I just prayed more often and stopped thinking about what's wrong with "those" Catholics; the plank in my own eye is big enough.
You know, the ones who walk around wearing their "Who started your church?" t-shirts.
The ones who ramble ad nauseam about apologetics, truth with a great big "T."
The ones who cannot fathom actually approaching pro-choice activists to discuss the issue with them, without having some premeditated "gotcha" campaign camping in the back of their cortex.
The ones who flinch anytime anything remotely positive is said about homosexuals by any of their coreligionists.
The ones for whom narratives about Christian persecution in America are the justifiable just-so stories encouraging them to feel as though they are a repressed minority in a country that has historically spoken their language to the exclusion of others.
What dicks, right?
But then it dawned on me: each one of "those" Catholics is an individual person, just like me, who every day juggle work, school (about to graduate, though), readings, prayers, obligations to friends and family, etc.
Do "those" Catholics live up to my ideal of what a Catholic should be?
Absolutely not.
But do I?
Hmmm
Well, I suppose I don't; I spend an inordinate amount of time taking mental shits on "those" Catholics, but not nearly enough time praying for them, not nearly enough time praying in general, not nearly enough time actually practicing the faith as I see it.
I guess it's easy to ignore progress in theosis when one spends his days thinking of how wrong other people are.
Maybe it'd be better if I just prayed more often and stopped thinking about what's wrong with "those" Catholics; the plank in my own eye is big enough.
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