Having moved from Boston to the Midwest I am a transplanted Eastern seaboard liberal Catholic. I find myself in a loving, dynamic parish community with much to offer…and yet. I have moved from my spiritual comfort zone and it has been a challenge on many levels. I admit it, and by admitting it, I acknowledge I am different – certainly not better, not more spiritual, but different.
Here are some examples of my being a misfit:
I embrace Vatican II as a beautiful thing. I have no doubt the Holy Spirit is in charge.
I am inspired by the books of Thomas Groome and Joan Chittester as well as the Lives of the Saints.
I don’t think yoga is inspired by the devil and the Rosary brings me comfort and closeness to God.
I can sing “Holy God We Praise Thy Name” with the same gusto as “Be Not Afraid”. Off key, but with enthusiasm.
I grew up in worshipping communities where Advent as a liturgical season that is valued and treasured as a gift helping to prepare for Christmas. So I was shocked where this past First Sunday of Advent (also Thanksgiving Weekend) the pastor first words in his sermon was that the rectory Christmas tree went up last night. Ugh!!
I embrace Pope Francis’ call for a Year of Mercy, but don’t feel guilty because I don’t “get” Sister Faustina and the Divine Mercy.
I look at Lent as the time where the question should be “what should I be doing over those 40 days”, and not “what am I giving up.”
I believe in the importance of the Season of Lent but feel we have to remember we are called to be “Easter people” at the end of day. We know the end of the story – Jesus won and conquered death!
I believe that if Matthew Kelly’s books help people convert or return to the Church that is great, but he is not the be all and end all of evangelization.
I think after Mass coffee and doughnuts are pretty much a waste of time. The purpose of going to Church is to worship God, period. If you want to make friends go to match.com
Illness is teaching me what is essential in my faith and what is simply time consuming. I don’t have the desire or energy to discuss such pressing issues as to whether animals have souls and will we be united with our pets in heaven.
The image of Mary as the young Jewish girl who risked everything to say “yes” to God is more powerful to me than the image of Mary as Queen of Heaven.
I searched to see who the patron saint of misfits is. While no one has that title (but we have a patron saint for ugly people – Saint Drogo?) the closest I would say is Saint Jude, the patron saint of lost causes. And so this Catholic misfit boldly asks for the intercession of Saint Jude.