I class myself as a lapsed Catholic, or according to facebook, a superstitious Catholic. After a long amount of self-doubt brought about by reacting against a school that forced it down my throat, I realised that a firm Catholic education since I was three had taken it's toll; I'm completely blindly terrified of hell and I feel bad for a lot of things I do a lot of the time. It is a Thing. I'd also feel more comfortable having baptised children, to be married in a Catholic church, and so help me, I want a priest there when I'm dying, and I want to be buried in consecrated ground, and I want to be buried. I think the Pope can be misguided on a lot of issues, and that he is just a man and that is all, but I also think that there's something to be said for following his lead when he'snot being blind. I don't think all Popes were good people - Alexander IV fathered Lucretia Borgia; Boniface VIII was a madman; Innocent III was generally rubbish; Julius II went to war - but I think the idea is right. I don't eat meat on Good Friday. I can still sing a lot of hymns.
I apply all these things to myself, though. I'm taking Simon's wishes into account when it comes to the thing above that we'll be sharing, because the period of self-doubt came from the fact that I am outraged and horrified by the assumption that my way is the only way forward. I also have a lot of self-doubt that perhaps I'm wrong and it turns out that perhaps Calvin was right and God really is that much of a bastard; perhaps I should have converted to Islam years ago; perhaps Jesus really was the false prophet and Christians in general should have stuck to being Jews; perhaps we should all be worshipping his Noodly Worshipfulness. There's even science to prove that last one.
To be honest, I'm a rubbish Catholic, I really am. I don't go to church, I haven't been to confession for years, I've never tried to convert someone and I see no reason to do so, I find overt religiousity a little distasteful unless someone takes it to extremes - word up, kids, it says in the bloody Holy Book you keep on trying to bash over my head that it's harder for a camel to get through the eye of a needle than a rich man get to heaven, and no, really, that honestly isn't a metaphor idiots - and actually becomes a hermit or something and all in all all that's basically left is a belief in the Nicene Creed (I believe in God the Father, etc, etc) and that if a priest is there at the end, everything will be sorted out.
It's a... childlike faith, I think. I always like having a safety net. I, er, pray sometimes. Not often. Not formally. I rattle off my Our Father and Hail Mary as a ritual before exams, as something to ward off the evil eye, like a protection. (I can even do the Ave Maria now, because like everyone brought up Catholic, it's clearly better in Latin - Ave Maria, gratia plena... don't correct me on spelling, I can only do it phoenetically.) Sometimes I do a desperate plea when things go horribly, awfully wrong, and it's nice to imagine that someone is out there. God Himself might not give a crap, of course, but, well, there are saints. I like saints. The saints care, the saints intercede.
And, in the end, I think this is all why I'm finding my course in divinity so utterly depressing. I can't find much that I sympathise with, in terms of religion, with Martin Luther. I have nothing whatsoever in common with Calvin. His doctrines frighten me. It's not the religion I recognise, the one that I was brought up with; a comforting presence, with processions and ideals and traditions that mean a lot, no constant self-examination. Catholicism has a forgiving and noble God, who gave up his Son out of that love, who promised never to bring disaster again after sort of accidentally drowing the world. Where the important part is faith, hope and love, and the most important of these is love.
Where, basically, if you live a good life, then it's okay if you missed a few sacraments. You might go to Purgatory for a wee bit, but that's okay, because you'll get out. I believe in heaven, too. No, really, I do. It's not very trendy. I know. I don't talk about it very much, because I think other people don't care, and I don't think about it, either. Because I don't need to. There's a safety net there for me, and that's good.
Here, unfortunately, is where we've reached the problem that divinity has given me. Other than being incredibly depressing and just gave me the same anger that a Catholic education did, it's done something else - it's made me doubt in that safety net. And that makes me angry. I spent two years of my life coming to terms with the fact that I had that safety net. And I was happy. I liked having it there, I liked the feeling that someone cared.
And I've gone through a semester of people telling me that such faith is silly, that I should be constantly thinking and evaluating it, and that works for some people, it does, and I'm glad for them, but it's doesn't work for me.
I think I'm going to go to church on Sunday. I've never felt a blinding flash of light about church, but I find the rituals comforting; these rituals have existed, in one form or another, for thousands of years, and more importantly, they've existed for me for as long as I've lived, and with what, a billion or so Catholics around the globe? they'll keep on existing. I'm looking forward to going to Mass in Venice, and then again possibly in the Vatican City in September, and I don't see anything wrong with that; I find Mass comforting. I find my religion comforting.
I'll stop feeling so angry and alone soon. But now, reading Calvin's Institutes, a book that apparently inspires about eighty million or so people to live a better life,, I just think 'why?' and cling onto what threads of my childhood I have left.
And that's all I'll say on the topic of faith. I have better things to talk about - the lady doth protest too much, or so it seems to me when people constantly fucking bang on about how lovely they find their conversion or whatever - like David Tennant, and history, and university, and the fact I went to Primark and brought some boots for £2. But I needed to get this out before I go and dig up the body of John Knox. It doesn't help that I live in St Andrews, the home of the Scottish Reformation. Seriously, you have no idea how many of the buggars I can go and defile the graves of. (He's buried under a car park in South Street, for those who are.)
Lastly, please don't take any offence from this. I have respect for everyone's personal religion, and if it makes you happy, and it doesn't make you do things like blow up entire countries, or at least trains, or riot at the funeral of dead soldiers, then I honestly don't care. This is just what I think, and how it has an effect on me and, to be honest, unless you're in the divinity department of the university of St Andres or are personally John Calvin, it's not directed at you.
I just needed to get this out. Sorry again.
I apply all these things to myself, though. I'm taking Simon's wishes into account when it comes to the thing above that we'll be sharing, because the period of self-doubt came from the fact that I am outraged and horrified by the assumption that my way is the only way forward. I also have a lot of self-doubt that perhaps I'm wrong and it turns out that perhaps Calvin was right and God really is that much of a bastard; perhaps I should have converted to Islam years ago; perhaps Jesus really was the false prophet and Christians in general should have stuck to being Jews; perhaps we should all be worshipping his Noodly Worshipfulness. There's even science to prove that last one.
To be honest, I'm a rubbish Catholic, I really am. I don't go to church, I haven't been to confession for years, I've never tried to convert someone and I see no reason to do so, I find overt religiousity a little distasteful unless someone takes it to extremes - word up, kids, it says in the bloody Holy Book you keep on trying to bash over my head that it's harder for a camel to get through the eye of a needle than a rich man get to heaven, and no, really, that honestly isn't a metaphor idiots - and actually becomes a hermit or something and all in all all that's basically left is a belief in the Nicene Creed (I believe in God the Father, etc, etc) and that if a priest is there at the end, everything will be sorted out.
It's a... childlike faith, I think. I always like having a safety net. I, er, pray sometimes. Not often. Not formally. I rattle off my Our Father and Hail Mary as a ritual before exams, as something to ward off the evil eye, like a protection. (I can even do the Ave Maria now, because like everyone brought up Catholic, it's clearly better in Latin - Ave Maria, gratia plena... don't correct me on spelling, I can only do it phoenetically.) Sometimes I do a desperate plea when things go horribly, awfully wrong, and it's nice to imagine that someone is out there. God Himself might not give a crap, of course, but, well, there are saints. I like saints. The saints care, the saints intercede.
And, in the end, I think this is all why I'm finding my course in divinity so utterly depressing. I can't find much that I sympathise with, in terms of religion, with Martin Luther. I have nothing whatsoever in common with Calvin. His doctrines frighten me. It's not the religion I recognise, the one that I was brought up with; a comforting presence, with processions and ideals and traditions that mean a lot, no constant self-examination. Catholicism has a forgiving and noble God, who gave up his Son out of that love, who promised never to bring disaster again after sort of accidentally drowing the world. Where the important part is faith, hope and love, and the most important of these is love.
Where, basically, if you live a good life, then it's okay if you missed a few sacraments. You might go to Purgatory for a wee bit, but that's okay, because you'll get out. I believe in heaven, too. No, really, I do. It's not very trendy. I know. I don't talk about it very much, because I think other people don't care, and I don't think about it, either. Because I don't need to. There's a safety net there for me, and that's good.
Here, unfortunately, is where we've reached the problem that divinity has given me. Other than being incredibly depressing and just gave me the same anger that a Catholic education did, it's done something else - it's made me doubt in that safety net. And that makes me angry. I spent two years of my life coming to terms with the fact that I had that safety net. And I was happy. I liked having it there, I liked the feeling that someone cared.
And I've gone through a semester of people telling me that such faith is silly, that I should be constantly thinking and evaluating it, and that works for some people, it does, and I'm glad for them, but it's doesn't work for me.
I think I'm going to go to church on Sunday. I've never felt a blinding flash of light about church, but I find the rituals comforting; these rituals have existed, in one form or another, for thousands of years, and more importantly, they've existed for me for as long as I've lived, and with what, a billion or so Catholics around the globe? they'll keep on existing. I'm looking forward to going to Mass in Venice, and then again possibly in the Vatican City in September, and I don't see anything wrong with that; I find Mass comforting. I find my religion comforting.
I'll stop feeling so angry and alone soon. But now, reading Calvin's Institutes, a book that apparently inspires about eighty million or so people to live a better life,, I just think 'why?' and cling onto what threads of my childhood I have left.
And that's all I'll say on the topic of faith. I have better things to talk about - the lady doth protest too much, or so it seems to me when people constantly fucking bang on about how lovely they find their conversion or whatever - like David Tennant, and history, and university, and the fact I went to Primark and brought some boots for £2. But I needed to get this out before I go and dig up the body of John Knox. It doesn't help that I live in St Andrews, the home of the Scottish Reformation. Seriously, you have no idea how many of the buggars I can go and defile the graves of. (He's buried under a car park in South Street, for those who are.)
Lastly, please don't take any offence from this. I have respect for everyone's personal religion, and if it makes you happy, and it doesn't make you do things like blow up entire countries, or at least trains, or riot at the funeral of dead soldiers, then I honestly don't care. This is just what I think, and how it has an effect on me and, to be honest, unless you're in the divinity department of the university of St Andres or are personally John Calvin, it's not directed at you.
I just needed to get this out. Sorry again.
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Date: 2007-05-14 07:13 pm (UTC)And Knox was a right twat, to say the least. The very, very least.
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Date: 2007-05-14 07:24 pm (UTC)At the end of the day, that's what matters.
I'm somewhat ambivalent on the subject of religion. I dabbled with non-denominational Christianity as a teenager (as well as offering a sort of comfort, it was also a minor act of rebellion against my decidedly non-religious parents), but couldn't reconcile it with my emerging homosexuality. That ambivalence also extends to the Catholic Church - my grandmother was one of six children of my twice-maternal great-grandmother, who was Irish RC. My grandmother married outside the Church, and was (so far as I can tell, from reading Wiki) excommunicated until she formally repented to the Bishop of Cornwall. That did not sit easily with me. However, since her interview, she has been officially welcomed to her local parish and her scones and piccalilli are highly sought. (Her main problem with going to church now is my grandfather, but that's another rant.)
At the end of the day, what we each believe is highly personal and deeply important to us. Not sure where I was going with this one - got presented with Food in the middle of it - but if your Catholicism is your support, all well and good. Good luck with the exams!
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Date: 2007-05-14 07:36 pm (UTC)I am an atheist; I was never baptised or christened; and I'm still coming to terms with it being okay to sing religious songs in churches. Religion is a funny thing.
Much love.
xx
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Date: 2007-05-14 07:37 pm (UTC)*hugs* I feel like I haven't spoken to you much lately. Here's to keeping in touch more.
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Date: 2007-05-14 08:17 pm (UTC)I've never tried to convert someone and I see no reason to do so, I find overt religiousity a little distasteful unless someone takes it to extremes
this totally doesn't make you a bad Catholic. Well, certainly not a bad Christian; admittedly I'm not Catholic myself, but as far as I know, converting people is not A Required Thing. As I see it, it's more a thing that maybe might happen if you just live your life as a Christian, people might see you and think 'ooh, maybe they're right'. And I am so very squeamish about overt religiousity, and forcing religion on people. It just makes people angry and defensive, just like dismissive atheism.
Otherly; I'm glad you wrote this post - it's always interesting to hear someone else's view on a faith, and to hear what you take from it, and all that. I hope church on Sunday helps - I find it comforting, too, with all the traditions and predictability of services and such. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-05-14 08:26 pm (UTC)*ahem*
I think it's the only non-commonsense thing I've been taught by divinity this semester.
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Date: 2007-05-14 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-14 08:55 pm (UTC)I have parked over Knox's remains. I thought this was very funny at the time.
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Date: 2007-05-14 08:59 pm (UTC)I refer you to everything you've seen me write on the subject. Hold on to your faith; hold on to your hope; never forget the love that your religion promises you, and instructs you to reflect.
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Date: 2007-05-14 09:04 pm (UTC)Regarding the fact I fancy women and whatnot, I ignore the Church on this. Because, well, I was made this way by God, and to be honest, the one I know really doesn't care one way or the other. Interesting, the Catholic church doesn't acually mind if you're gay, as long as you don't act on those impulses. Or any kind of impulse. At all. In fact, the only acceptable time to do naughty things is on Tuesday and Thursdays in August, if you follow all the rules laid down over the centuries.
Oh, you horny monks over the centuries, what amusement you give us twenty-first century students.
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Date: 2007-05-14 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-14 09:10 pm (UTC)Ugh no no no no. What people think in their heads is their own business, thank you very much.
Predictable churches are most awesome. It's nice, knowing what will happen wek in, week out. Sort of.. safe? A bit?
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Date: 2007-05-14 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-14 09:18 pm (UTC)Here is where I go: Catholic Schmatholic. Anglicanism is where it's at. Or not so much, perhaps.Yes! Safe is exactly it; for me, at least. Going to different churches always stresses me a bit: one of many reasons why I love the 1662 Anglican evensong service: it's been done that way for four hundred years, it doesn't matter where I go, it will be the same words that I know and thus I don't even have to worry about finding out where they hide the order of service and such. I am shockingly set in my ways. Oops.
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Date: 2007-05-14 09:20 pm (UTC)Oh my, I am not cut out for this theology thing. But, er, I think you summed up a lot of what I meant to say. Thank you.
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Date: 2007-05-14 09:48 pm (UTC)Funny - yesterday, we watched a Tommy Tiernan DVD in which he did a routine about it, imagining a service preached by an African Catholic priest. With the accent... (He also did one on anal sex and the importance of distinguishing Vaseline from Vapo-Rub, but we won't go there.)
Interesting, the Catholic church doesn't acually mind if you're gay, as long as you don't act on those impulses.
See, I missed that bit at about the time that it would have helped (a little). Trouble was, my biggest crush at school was also a member of the CU, so while I could spend more time with him, I increasingly thought that I ought not to. *Pokes brane* Damn' covert-religious influences of all grandparents! (My paternal grandparents were Methodists, which I've always taken to be like Catholics but without the alcohol or swearing. That, coupled with my other grandmother's subtle and deft uses of Guilt, did weird things to my head when I was growing up.)
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Date: 2007-05-14 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-14 11:28 pm (UTC)Hay, I totally should've done that for my string quartet. Oh well.
*hug*
xx
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Date: 2007-05-15 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-15 08:59 am (UTC)As long as you leave me to mine (pagan), I'll leave you to your religion. :-)
Though the usual default setting of some people (not you!) - everyone's Christian - annoys me at times.
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Date: 2007-05-15 10:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-15 10:55 am (UTC)The idea that everyone is Christian annoys me, too. It's... selfish, and one of the reasons divinity annoys me so much; they assume everyone in the room is Christian, and I know of at least one Jewish student who isn't exactly happy with this viewpoint. Honestly. Silly department.
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Date: 2007-05-15 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-15 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-15 11:18 am (UTC)RUBBISH RUBBISH RUBBISH COURSE.
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Date: 2007-05-15 11:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-15 01:25 pm (UTC)My dad has never really been a particularly orthodox Catholic, though. He openly said he didn't figure it much mattered what church or belief system you chose, as long as you understood the basic idea which was to be a good and decent person. He has occasionally admitted that he doesn't particularly believe in Heaven or Hell except that he hasn't got any better ideas so he might as well go along with it. He also said he couldn't believe God wouldn't be a conscientious recycler, so he thinks reincarnation must happen somehow. Again, not exactly orthodox. But he's on the Parish Council and puts money in the collection box every week, so...
Personally, I reasoned it out in high school and came up with a (to me very convincing) list of what, of the Church's official beliefs and whatnot, were obviously human inventions, and what was appreciably divine. Since then I haven't thought much of it, but I have to say I don't find the ideas of Heaven or Hell terribly convincing. What works for me is to believe that the concepts of Heaven and Hell are human ways of explaining something much more difficult to explain.
I won't go on and on about it-- I have my own journal for that, and it's probably time i sat and reasoned it out again-- but largely I agree with you that in this crowded earth, it's really best to let everyone believe what they believe. It is unpardonable to attempt to force anything on anyone.
And it is very, very hard to be a semi-religious, non-proselytizing [wow i cannot spell that], fairly moderate person-fond-of-logic nowadays.
Good luck with your awful, awful course. It sounds massively irritating, if nothing else.
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Date: 2007-05-16 12:27 pm (UTC)I think as long as people are happy and comfortable in themselves, and don't go about blowing abortion clinics and stuff up, then I honestly don't think it matters. Yes, Catholics are meant to listen to the Pope, but, er, historically they rarely did. My main example in this is St Francis of Assisi. Or Thomas Aquinas. And if I did about ten minutes of scurrying in the medieval history library, I could find you more. As such, I don't feel so bad being a bit odd.
That course is GODAWFUL and I will be SO GLAD when it's all over on Friday. Roll on 11.30am on Friday!