Nathan, our youngest, has reached that hilarious transitional stage where he adjusting from receiving his sustenance almost exclusively through breast-feeding to actually eating solid foods. (And by “solid,” I mean “mostly mashed bananas and rice cereal mixed with yogurt,” of course.)
He’s both extraordinarily adept — I guess that goes with the early walking — and almost insatiable. Especially that last one. There’s a voraciousness and desperate speed to his eating, so I can barely keep up. No sooner does a spoonful of …”food” disappear into his mouth than he’s lunging forward in his highchair for more. It’s terrifyingly baby bird-like, and I find myself mumbling: “Dude! There’s no way you’re enjoying this. Just slow down for a sec, would ya?”
The past few weeks on the InterWebs have made me feel exactly the same way.
We all need to
We’re eating much too fast. And it’s giving us an enormous, collective tummy ache.
A few weeks ago, it was known simply as “The Interview.” Say those words, and everyone knew exactly what you were talking about.
And we on the Catholic InteWebs were falling all over ourselves (and everyone around us) in a desperate, raptor-like attempt to have opinions on the Pope’s words – opinions that seemed to be based as much on pull-quotes (or even headlines) as on the text of the actual interview. And opinions that often told us as much about the person holding them than they did about the Pope himself.
Everyone seemed to be searching for ways in which his words bolstered their pre-existing positions. Or their pre-conceptions about his orthodoxy or heterodoxy, media savvy or naiveté, humility or false humility. Everywhere I looked, people were seizing upon his words, and swallowing them whole. Without actually chewing. Without actually listening.
Days later, we’re no longer talking about “The Interview.” That’s old news; it has ceased to interest us. Now, it’s all about “The New Interview.” All about the ways in which the Pope’s latest latest words bolster our pre-existing positions; our pre-cemented opinions. And about how quickly we can get our thoughts and emotions out on the Internet for everyone else to see and affirm. (I can’t be the only one mystified — and alarmed — at how incredibly quickly the America piece has dropped off the radar, can I? And we’re already rushing on to our next meal? I haven’t even finished my first bite yet!)
Does that mean I can’t have opinions about what the Pope says? Of course not. I can, and I should.
But why do I feel compelled to form those opinions so quickly, and based on so little information? Is there any advantage to being the first person responding? Especially when that haste almost guarantees that I’ll also be the first wrong person responding? Or at best, the first much-too-hasty one?
I lost count the number of times I’ve caught myself making dangerous, self-serving assumptions since “The New Interview” hit. But what I do know is that They are Legion. And I’m tired of them.
I am tired of the desire to measure every little thing the Pope says against a pre-existing check list of Susanka Orthodoxy. I’m tired of seeing my friends (and those significantly less-friendly to me and my Church) doing that same measuring. That same calculating. That same trick of using what is convenient to me and mine while ignoring the rest. And of withholding approval until I’M DARN WELL SATISFIED.
Above all, I’m tired of thinking that I need to do it all in an instant; feeling somehow deficient if I don’t have an immediate-and-dramatic response to everything the Pope is saying. Come to think of it, my mumbled advice to Nathan are far more applicable to me than to him: “Dude! Just slow down! There’s no way you’re enjoying this, and it’s not doing you anywhere near as much good as it could. Or should. There’s plenty of time to take it all in. And a little patience and restraint will do wonders for my digestion.”
I’m tired of swallowing without chewing.
(Pope photo from AP/Andrew Medichini, via CTVNews. Nathan photo via me.)