It’s The Little Things, A Lesson in Yogurt Theology …

… As cliche as it sounds, yes, sometimes it is quite literally the littlest things that bring you about. You don’t need me to tell you things have been unremarkable and quite boring around here lately. I’m positively frozen in place, unable to write. Seized by a severe case of the doubts and intimidated by the talent Patheos has been acquiring.

Oh, and there’s that incessant voice in my head telling me I gotta lot nerve, sister, writing a Catholic blog. “When was the last time you prayed that “boring prayer”- your words, not mine – the rosary” it hisses at me. “Fraud! Fraaaaaauuuuuud!”

And then I wrote my editor this needy email asking for advice on how to shut the nagging voice in my head up. Begging her to tell me I don’t suck. Yes. Really. I did this. She said basically everyone is feeling a bit like this lately and for me get my shit together and just write something. Only she didn’t say it like that because she’s nice and nothing at all like me.

Determined by her words, I spent two hours this evening staring at a blank page trying to will myself to write. This was becoming an all too familiar scene. Exasperated, I gave up and decided to eat instead. I congratulated myself on this decision because, hey, it least I didn’t give up and start drinking instead.

Since I am emotional eater I don’t keep a lot of junk food in the house. Because of this the best I had laying around was yogurt. Greek yogurt. Honestly, why do I keep buying that stuff when I hate it so much? I really do want to like it because it seems like it’s something I am supposed to like. Maybe I was just buying the wrong kind. Surely one of brand or flavor will be palatable. Surely.

That’s kind of how I’ve been feeling lately, like everything is unpalatable and tasteless. Especially my Catholic faith. I was beginning to wonder if my convert zeal had finally piqued, plateaued and subsequently plummeted. Being Catholic suddenly became as hard to swallow as nasty, bitter Greek yogurt.

I can’t muster an ounce of enthusiasm for this pope and I’d reached my limit on answering questions and providing explanations for this scandal and that… and no, I don’t want to explain to you what a rent boy is. Being Catholic had completely exhausted and drained me. Add to that the feelings of inadequacy I was experiencing and being too intimidated to write. Oy. What a mess.

All these emotions were swirling about when I went to the refrigerator and reluctantly reached for that plastic container of Greek yogurt to begrudgingly eat. But wait… what’s this?

A Greek yogurt that doesn’t suck? What witchcraft is this?!

And that was all I needed to awaken my taste buds. Something as simple as a tasty Greek yogurt brought me real joy. Trust me, it’s not as pathetic as it sounds. I just really enjoyed that yogurt. Liked licked the spoon clean enjoyed it. It reminded me that happiness is something you got to work at. If one brand of yogurt tastes like butt than try another brand. And even if you don’t exactly enjoy being Catholic right now, eventually you’ll come across something that will make it taste sweet again.

I know it’s not much and you were probably hoping for something more substantial that yogurt theology but it’s all I got right now. It’s a little thing, for sure, but I’ll take it because little things are better than no things.

About Katrina Fernandez

Mackerel Snapping Papist

  • Rob Wardle

    And there is always the chance a bearded John Stamos will appear.
    Seriously, thanks you! It must be going around and I’m glad I’m not the only one.

  • vox borealis

    I can’t muster an ounce of enthusiasm for this pope

    I know exactly what you mean, and I’ve pondered this a lot lately. But then it occurred to me that maybe this is a good thing. My whole conscious life was JPII—he was all I knew of the papacy—and then I was blessed to have BXVI, whom I revered like another grandfather. And then Francis. Maybe my personal lack of enthusiasm for the current pontiff (one shared by some but not everyone—he certainly has his fans) is reminder that as Catholics we don’t worship the pope. The papacy is a vastly important office, the man himself an important successor to Peter. But there have been good popes and bad ones, exciting ones and boring ones, artist-popes and diplomats and soldiers and crooks and saints. Through it all, the Church continues. And it is not the Popes we follow, but Christ.

  • Paulette Couturier

    Your blog is my favorite, it’s the first one I look at. <3

  • victor

    Chobani® brand fruit-on-the-bottom Greek yogurt made with only natural ingredients (and this blog) are both real treats. ProTip! — you’re not supposed to stir the fruit into the yogurt, you’re supposed to enjoy it by dunking your spoon down to the bottom, bringing the fruit up to eat it on top of the yogurt with each bite. That said, I won’t tell you exactly how I enjoy reading this blog, but it’s metaphorically similar.

  • Bo Bonner

    When I get to the point you are talking about, I always like to read Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. It helps me realize that we are not, in fact, living in the butt-end of history, because to be Catholic is to cast a wide net and always have scandals. Reading his description of the Monk alone, who is obviously terrible–but not in a TM type way–no, in a “I’m bored” sort of way–always makes me feel better. This guy had devoted his life to God, but all he did was hunt all day. Not that this is an excuse for slacking, but that it is proof that sinners like me belong in this Church. Write on, even yogurt Theology is good for the soul!

  • Heloise1

    Once I was so desperate I ate a teething biscuit. It was the only sweet in the house.

  • BillyT92679

    I love him. I think he’s a tremendous Successor of St. Peter.

  • CSmith

    I believe the little things are important. It is the little things that are drawing me to the Catholic Church. I’ve been a Christian most of my life, so the big things are there, but the little things are delighting me. Here’s what I mean. First of all let me say, I do not believe in coincidences. About a year ago, when I was just beginning to learn about Catholic teaching, I arrived at my sister’s house for an outing to find her frantically hunting for her car keys.
    Sis: I’ve been looking for my dang keys for 20 minutes! I can’t find them anywhere!
    Me: It’s too bad we’re not Catholic. We could ask St. Anthony to–
    Sis: Found ‘em! ;)

  • Guest

    “A healthy non-spiritual consolation is a great gift to the spiritual life. Many spiritual problems resolve when we pay wise attention to the non-spiritual pleasures.” Fr. Timothy Gallagher in Living the Discerning Life. I think you just proved his point. Blessings.

  • DaysofGraceandStumbling

    “A healthy non-spiritual consolation is a great gift to the spiritual life. Many spiritual problems resolve when we pay wise attention to the non-spiritual level.” Fr. Timothy Gallagher on Living the Discerning Life. I think you just proved his point. Blessings.

  • Donna G

    Me too! What a relief to know I’m not alone. It is pathetic of me, but I still miss Pope Benedict badly. And no sooner had he gone than my parish reverted to bland and tasteless 1970s style liturgy and music with a vengeance. I almost feel as if Mass is eroding my faith instead of building it up. If it were yoghurt, it would be lite, artificially sweetened and vanilla.

  • Quittin’ time at Tara!

    I hear you. Right to the hard rock bottom of my soul. It has been a tremendous personal suffering for me to be associated with the Church, for many reasons. Now, reasons that were once personal have been joined by disgust at the radical egalitarian nonsense spouted by this Pope, dilletante theology (atheists go to heaven, Anglicans should stay where they are, the constant prominence of environmental issues as opposed to real moral problems, like contraception, abortion and gay issues) and his additional penchant for rule breaking, liturgy denuding, and humility on constant display. Every day there seems another insult for conservatives. For money makers who generate wealth. For people who waste food. Countries that have immigration laws. For those who don’t smile enough (from a Pope who looks like Grumpy Cat? Really?) For those who “count” their prayers (he actually had a room of people laughing in mockery of those who offered him so many rosaries). For those who seek God through the beauty of liturgy. That my fellow Catholics invent 1001 mythological tales to explain away what they see and hear with their own ears is the most dispiriting thing of all.

    How can I respect this narrow little man, and the bleak, scolding way he shepherds? Just the wrong people rejoiced at his election, and just the wrong people cheer him now. He marks the end of my hope for a Church capable of fighting real evil in the world.