Right Where I Was Right
My Conversion to Catholicism brought with it many shifts that I did not expect. I was confirmed in the Catholic Church on May 21st, 2011 because I had become convinced that She was right. I fit with the theology of the Catholic Church more fully than I ever did anywhere else. I came to believe not only that She was right, but that every other expression of Christianity was incomplete. I say this not to cause conflict, but only to say that if I had found another home that I thought would have sufficed, I would not have become Catholic.
“And they came, bringing to him a paralytic carried by four men. And when they could not get near him because of the crowd, they removed the roof above him; and when they had made an opening, they let down the pallet on which the paralytic lay.” Mark 2:3,4
“Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2
One week ago, I aired my inner struggles concerning a particular family difficulty in a very public place. It was nerve wracking. On the one hand it felt like a failure, because it felt as though I were not trusting that God would take care of my needs. On the other hand, I knew that God provides through people. In the last week through the generosity of friends (and a few friends of friends) and our parish family not only have our immediate needs been met, but likely the all the needs we will have during the reconstruction.
…perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For while we live we are always being given up to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus may be manifested in our mortal flesh. – 2 Cor 4:8-11
If you’ve been following us on facebook over the course of the last month, you have witnessed a small demonstration of the above verse. Since Mother’s Day we have had a house flood, our car has been vandalized, and our children, filled to the brim with cabin fever from living in a hotel suite, have incurred various injuries from rough play in confined spaces – the latest of which required emergency oral surgery and the removal of our oldest son’s two front teeth. Kristin and I have done our best to keep everyone in good spirits, but we are feeling afflicted in every way and perplexed, and struck down.
I’ve just returned from watching Darron Aronofsky’s adaptation of Noah, and I’ve got a lot to say. I ask your pardon, in the middle of this review, my wife gave birth to a beautiful son, so this was written quickly in two separate sessions. If I have a few disjointed thoughts, I blame in on first night of sleep with a new baby.
On to the review!
Spoiler #1 There’s a big flood that covers the Earth.
Spoiler #2 When it’s over, only Noah’s family survives.
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Someone recently asked me why Catholics go to Confession. Honestly, this is a blog post I’ve been putting off for a while, but it is a question that deserves an answer. As always, when my answers touch on Catholic doctrine, I offer this *Quick Disclaimer.* I answer the following questions according to my current understanding. I cannot claim beyond a shadow of doubt that my answers are totally without error. I reserve the right to edit the answer at anytime. Thanks for your understanding.