Faith Is Not A Big Electric Blanket

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Yesterday there was a bit of a kerfluffle between the Crescat and the group Abolish Human Abortion. It started on facebook and escalated into a series of blog posts between the two, which I read with amusement that quickly turned to sadness. For her part, the Crescat seemed genuinely surprised that such deep-seeded anti-Catholicism still existed, to which I responded, “You must not have been to Texas lately.”

Yes, my friends, anti-Catholicism is alive and well. Not the obvious kind, the kind that gets hysterical in the media about how we hate gay people and want everyone to die of AIDS and answer every objection with “BUT PRIESTS RAPE LITTLE BOYS!” No, the kind that Flannery O’Conner regularly encountered in the South, among the salt-of-the-earth Evangelical culture. The kind that thinks we worship Mary, pray to the dead, are idolators, don’t read the Bible, believe in magic, and probably worst of all, make men wear dresses.

I came to the University of Dallas absolutely certain that I knew what these papists were about. And I told them so with predictable regularity. I’d ask some question, like, “why do you think Mary was born without sin?” and when they gave me their answer, I’d let them talk without listening and then explain to them what they really believed. No kidding, I actually did that. I told my friends that they worshiped graven images, followed a man instead of Christ, and had no idea what the Bible actually meant. God bless them, they took my incessant imperious apologetics in mostly incredulous silence and then changed the subject. It got old after a while and I gave it up.

What I thought then was conviction from the Holy Spirit about the Truth now seems to me suspiciously like fear. I clung to what I knew desperately, because there were only two choices: saved or unsaved. Heaven or hell. Predestined for Christ or predestined for damnation. And I had to believe I was saved. That meant keeping an iron grasp on my belief system, shutting out anything that might encourage doubt lest the whole thing come tumbling down and I find myself cast out among the damned papists.

It’s the same thing I see in this response from Abolish Human Abortion. It’s long, meandering, and mostly incoherent, but all the way through the tone is a heart-breaking combination of smugness and defensiveness. They must believe that they are right and they must defend it. There can be no truth but theirs, or the world becomes a gaping chasm underneath their feet, throwing them into a vortex of doubt and darkness.

I remember the first time I glimpsed that chasm. One of my friends used a Biblical argument for Mary’s immaculate conception, evidence from the Old Testament, no less, and I found myself at a loss. I didn’t know how to respond. Mary’s immaculate conception wasn’t spelled out in the Scriptures for anyone to read, so I had dismissed it, because “the Bible doesn’t say so!”. But this made sense. It was consistent with the Scriptures. I found myself uneasy, a little upset, and most of all, afraid. I knew, deep down, that there was truth in what he said, and what I wanted was truth…but this truth would throw everything I believed into chaos. I would have to let go, allow doubt to creep in, examine, question, and open my mind. That prospect was terrifying. More terrifying than I can put into words, but Flannery O’Connor does a pretty good job of it in The Habit of Being:

“I think there is no suffering greater than what is caused by the doubts of those who want to believe. I know what torment this is, but I can only see it, in myself anyway, as the process by which faith is deepened. A faith that just accepts is a child’s faith and all right for children, but eventually you have to grow religiously as every other way, though some never do.

What people don’t realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross. It is much harder to believe than not to believe. If you feel you can’t believe, you must at least do this: keep an open mind. Keep it open toward faith, keep wanting it, keep asking for it, and leave the rest to God. ”

I told the Crescat yesterday that it’s such a relief to be Catholic, that it’s so much less stressful now. I don’t have to defend the faith on all sides lest it collapse; it won’t collapse, because it is truth. Most of all, though, I no longer have to be afraid of finding truth outside my own belief system. There is truth everywhere, in all religions. God loves us so much that he reaches out to us in every way he can. I believe that Catholicism is the most fully realized, most complete path to Christ on this earth, but I also believe that truth is not confined to one set of doctrines, one branch of Protestantism, one prayer that must be prayed to achieve salvation. It cannot be, or it would be nothing more than Flannery’s electric blanket, keeping a select few warm, requiring nothing from them, and leaving all the rest out in the cold. Truth is so much larger than that. God is so much vaster than we imagine. And we are not passive vehicles in the terrible drama of redemption, dung-hills being covered by Christ just because.

I said on Facebook that I don’t have patience for people that rant at Catholics like this group does, telling us what we believe without actually knowing the first thing about Catholicism. But I was wrong to say that.  After all, I’m only Catholic today because my friends let me rant at them without getting angry or losing their patience. Mostly they just let me talk until I was all talked out, because only then was I able to hear.

I doubt that Abolish Human Abortion is anywhere close to being done talking at us. And even though it’s annoying to hear our beliefs mangled and misrepresented, in the interim I suggest that we just let them talk until they’re finished. When, or if, that happens, I have only one thing to say to them:

Do not be afraid to doubt. Truth will always stand against honest examination. Only the lies will crumble. 

  • kara

    Beautifully put, Calah.

  • JoAnna

    Well said! The AHA admin responded to my post, so I’m hoping we can have a fruitful dialogue.

  • Magdalen

    Very true. I see that fear and defensiveness all over the place where I live in the deep south. I try to talk to people about the origins of the Bible and things like that, and they literally start making things up and then tell me that I’m going to lead people away from God. So completely, utterly frustrating… but I keep doing it anyway :P

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  • Dwija {House Unseen}

    ” I know what torment this is, but I can only see it, in myself anyway, as the process by which faith is deepened”. Torment is such a perfect word to describe the feeling of passing from a life of stubbornness into the possibility of Truth.

    So. Great!

  • Kristen

    So incredibly true. I couldn’t have been happier that I have left facebook and twitter only to avoid this back and forth. I applaud The Crescat for her staunch defense of the faith. However, I know this, people hate what they fear. And in this case, ABA fears they might not have all the answers. Or their answers might be wrong. My only response can be one of love. Because that is the response of Christ. I have to pray for them. Pray that their fear will be relieved. Pray that they will march next to a warm Catholic family whose love will overflow. As is said in the Gospel of Matthew, Chapter 5, verse 44, “But I say to you, love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you,” and I believe in this situation that is what we are called to do. This is a case where I willingly turn the other cheek.

    • Kristen

      obviously that should have been AHA…if only I didn’t think faster than I typed and the “h” and “b” where not so close together!

  • MollyMakesDo

    One of the biggest trials during Lent at my job is getting thru 40 + days (it start before and goes on after easter) of lots of anti-Catholic sentiment. We get railed on because our cafeteria offers fish on fridays for lent and it only snowballs from there.

    I remember the first time, only a few years ago, that I realized that by choosing to be Catholic I was choosing to be part of a group that was actively hated – it was a scary decision.

  • Karen

    We have to remember that for many Protestants, they are taught as children to avoid and fear the teachings of the Catholic church. I had a friend in elementary school who was Protestant (I can’t remember if she was Lutheran or Methodist or what) and she told me one day, in a very matter-of fact way, “You know, you are going to Hell, probably, because you worship Mary.” I was probably 11 and I remember kind of sputtering–my parents weren’t great with religious education, but at least I knew we didn’t *worship* Mary–and she went on, “And you pray to statues, and that’s wrong.” I can’t remember where the conversation went from there, but I remember never thinking of her the same way, knowing she thought that about me.

    • jen

      Probably not Lutheran or Methodist because we know the difference. My guess: Baptist.

      • Karen

        I don’t know, I’ve met Baptists since then and I’m not sure. I remember going to her church once, my parents having no issue with that at all, and she was very excited that I was attending on “Communion Sunday.” They passed out little cups of grape juice and cubes of Wonder Bread.

        Thinking more on the topic, I think a lot of the anti-Catholic teachings come from fear of one’s children leaving the faith they’re raised in. I was once friends with a Baptist, who was also a homeschooling mom like me. Our kids were close in age, and we started doing unit studies together. Once we did one on the solar system and I happened to be teaching the lesson on Earth. She pulled me aside and said, “Now, please remember, WE believe in a Young Earth.” I.e., please do not teach my child anything about

        • Karen

          Darn it . Continued–i.e., please do not teach my child anything that could contradict our faith, even if you silly Catholics hold with science and such.” And she’d ask whether we believed in the Millenial Rapture, and when I had to admit I’d never heard of such a thing, she just smirked. Oh well.

  • jen

    Well said, Calah!

  • Heidi

    I, too, grew up in the deep South. I was Catholic, though, and the recipient of many Jack Chick publications and attempts at “saving” me. I’m very grateful for your honest reflection of your own experience. Thank you.

    This is a great post!