(No. This is not a blog about the Final Four game and ridiculous Kentucky vs. Louisville “civil war” that I live in the midst of. Check any local – or national – news source for crazy stories like this.)
Believe it or not, this issue is a little deeper than a basketball game…but history has seen it be just as heated!
I’m a Christian and Catholic. Christian by God’s saving grace. Catholic by family tradition. And, although I grew up – as many children do – having a kind of blind “mirror faith” that simply reflected the practices and beliefs of my Catholic parents, I’m a big kid now and I’m asking questions. Searching for answers. Wondering, sadly, am I allowed to be both?
I church-hopped a lot from 2005-2010, finally planting myself at St. Francis Xavier, a wonderful parish in Mt. Washington. During that 5 year span during and after college, I explored various denominations – Baptist, Methodist, Disciples of Christ, non-denominational “mega churches” – searching for a place to call “home”. A place where I could not just “go to church”, but get involved and grow in my faith, alongside others.
Throughout my denomination-hopping, I can say I’ve truly felt God’s presence in each faith community that I visited. I’m open minded enough to be able to appreciate the unique traditions that each fellowship has to offer, and I still love hearing new applications of God’s word. I loved comparing each service to how I grew up…sometimes being overly critical of my “home faith”, sometimes defending it to no end.
I like a lot about being Catholic. I like that, on any given Sunday, I can call my mom in Ferdinand, IN and my sister at Purdue University and reference this week’s Gospel reading and they’ll know exactly the verses I’m talking about. I like that, growing up Catholic, I can walk into a Catholic church in any city anywhere in the world and feel at peace, at home, and welcome…because (almost) everything is the same. I’m a creature of habit and I find this type of continuity soothing, but routines can become – well – routine. And a Catholic has to battle against the temptation of going on autopilot and mentally coasting through each Mass, checking it off the weekend to-do list.
It’s no secret that I dislike a few things about the Catholic Church too. I dislike that, although any Catholic can walk into an unfamiliar Catholic church and feel at home, rarely do I hear non-Catholics describe the Mass as welcoming or inviting. Peaceful, beautiful, reverent, interesting, confusing (stand up – sit down – stand up – shake hands – sit down), yes…but rarely inviting. And – just my opinion – the Catholic Church seems to air a sort of country-club exclusivity, sometimes leaving other Christian brothers and sisters out just because they haven’t been through the Catholic sacraments. (Am I really supposed to tell two of my bridesmaids that they are not welcome to take communion at my wedding because they aren’t Catholic? Even though these two Christian women taught me how to pray, how to serve, how to walk with God during my college years… not to mention they take communion a lot more seriously than many Catholics that will be allowed to share in the Lord’s Supper at our wedding Mass.) I dislike these things. A lot.
But, more than anything, what I dislike is the pressure – from either side – to “pick a team”. Are you Christian or Catholic?
It throws me off each time I tell someone I’m a Christian and they say “Oh, I thought you were Catholic.” Hold on a minute. Aren’t we all on the same team?
When I became a member of a nondenominational church a few years ago I heard: I’m glad you’re happy in this new place, but I really hope you decide to come back to the Catholic Church and the Eucharist. [implied: the church you’ve been going into isn’t a “real church” and this remembering and celebrating the Lord’s supper without an ordained priest isn’t “real communion”. You are lost. Come back home.] It tore me up to hear this from my Catholic family, because I felt closer and more connected to God than ever… yet in their perspective I was losing my faith (and my mind!).
But from the “other side” I heard: Oh, you’ve been raised Catholic. Poor thing. You’ve been praying to Mary all these years. [I hadn’t been.] You call yourself a Christian, but have you been baptized? … wait, you were baptized as an infant? You might want to read what scripture says about that, check to see if it still counts…by the way, welcome to the real Body of Christ! (Alright, those words were never said, but it’s definitely the message I perceived while exploring the Protestant world. And, actually, I did decide to be re-baptized at age 23…even though I’d like to believe my first baptism still “counted”. It was a personal decision based on my own research and walk with God, and adult baptism seemed like the natural next step for me. And I’m glad I did it! …Baptism, and recommitting your life to God, is never something you regret.)
So what is with this division and distrust between denominations? Is it simply fear of the unknown? Not liking the way they do things because we don’t understand (or just because it’s not the way we’ve always done them)? Or – is it a pride issue? Do we Catholics think we are better than our Protestant brothers and sisters? Or vice versa? I once heard it implied, by a priest actually, that Catholicism is an “upgrade” from the other Christian faiths. “All Christians will go to heaven, but Catholics will arrive in a limousine” [or something to that effect… it’s been awhile]. I had to fight back anger when I heard that, especially considering this statement was said to someone considering joining the Catholic Church. It was a huge turn off for her! But I’ve decided to give him the benefit of the doubt: It was just a joke, or – maybe this perceived arrogance is just a little healthy competition…just like I’ll always truly believe that Purdue University is the best college in the country, and every other school falls a few steps under its greatness (it’s true). Still, competition that divides the body of Christ? Is that healthy?
My idealistic hope is that, one day, we can all recognize that we are the same team — team BOC (Body of Christ)…and that’s what matters. We’ve got some Catholics, we’ve got some Protestants. We’ve also got some serious diversity in terms of age, race, and preferences. Some of us like to get dolled up for church, some of us prefer to 7:00 Mass where it is socially acceptable not to shower beforehand. Some of us like traditional hymns, some of us want to praise God with Christian rock songs. Some of us choose to pray aloud the rosary to connect with God, some of us get on our knees and bow our heads and silently pray in our hearts, some of us have verbal conversations with God on our 40-minute commutes to and from work (it only appears that I’m talking to myself driving down the Gene Snyder.)
Does God care how we worship and connect to him? Or what label we give ourselves and our denomination? I don’t think so. So why do we?
God wants genuine relationships. Just like we do (which makes since we’re made in his image and all). In fact – since I’m preoccupied with relationships as it is – I find it helpful to think about what I would expect in a loving relationship and try to give that to my Heavenly Father. For me, that means good communication (speaking and listening), obedience (out of love), respect, etc. And, if God has a female side (which he must, since I am made in His image as much as any man), he loves to be romanced too. And – as a woman – I can tell you I don’t care if it’s a slow soulful love song or an upbeat fast song telling me how you feel about me. Sing to me. I love it. As long as you mean it. Just be genuine. So, that’s how I worship.
I know that there are significant doctrinal differences between the Catholic and Protestant Church. But the main idea? (God so loved the world that He sent His perfect son Jesus to take on our sins and die so that we may be spared from eternal separation from God, and instead have eternal life with Him!) That’s the same. Let’s not let the little things drive us against each other, or let “saving each other” become priority over healing a broken world in need…seeking out the truly lost and broken and sharing our faith with them.
Ok, sorry, I’m getting preachy.
I guess as we approach Holy Week and the Easter season, my hope is that we can unite as Christians – with all of our imperfect denominations full of imperfect people – and celebrate our Savior. Hopefully we can bring some light to our damaged world by showing them just how perfect and powerful God’s love is.
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