Being a Catholic means you must be ready to die for Christ. For Catholics in Nero's Rome two thousand years ago this month, it meant being burned alive at the emperor's garden parties. For my ancestors in Ireland three hundred years ago, being Catholic meant forfeiting their land, their homes and all civil rights. In Iraq at this moment, being Catholic means suffering murder, rape and exile. No, it is not always a fun, happy and enjoyable thing to follow the Catholic religion.
Today, I saw a Catholic woman on a blog announce that she will marry outside the Church because she is disgusted with the annulment process. Henry VIII would totally sympathize; he took matters into his own hands when his annulment was slowed up. We are all still living with the repercussions of his decision. The point is, being a Catholic means that sometimes you cannot marry the person you want to marry, when you want to marry them. It means not always being able to sleep with the person one may want to sleep with, at one's personal convenience, if at all. At times, being a faithful Catholic means NEVER being able to marry or sleep with the person one loves. It means self-denial and taking up the cross, which is why chastity and consecrated celibacy are among the highest forms of love and martyrdom.
So many people want the trappings of Catholicism, but not the inner core of suffering and sacrifice that must accompany true belief. As St Teresa of Avila said: "The battle will not last long, and the reward is everlasting." Share
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None of the Saints had an easy life. As C.S. Lewis said in his book "The Problem of Pain", God does not look down from heaven and say, "And a good day was had by all." Only as a Catholic did I begin to understand the problem of pain and God's part in it as a process of purification.
Very good advice.
Very good post. It takes the grace of God to be Catholic.
Thanks, Terry.
That's for sure, Marguerite.
Well said. I am sure I will die with many "whys" on my mind and I believe that is how God intended it.
Yes, dear Thorn, otherwise it would not be faith!
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