Growing up Catholic
“I grew up Catholic – then I grew up.”
I wrote that for the first time a few years back (and still find that statement somewhat humorous, given that I once considered becoming a priest). You could likely blame my University education for this fall from faith – after discovering that most world religions are dominated not by spirituality, but by politics, money, and power. Prove me wrong. :)
Ah, but we’re talking about faith – and you can’t prove faith. Faith is personal. Faith is also not genetic. I’m not questioning the existence of a higher power – and never could. I question man, and have every reason and ability to do so. I don’t question followers who have already questioned their faith – “God” is who you believe “God” is, if you believe in “God” in the first place.
I’m not a political or religious blogger – so you might ask why I’d bother to bring up something so personal today? I watched Deliver Us From Evil the other night, and felt compelled to share my disgust with the organization that enabled something like this to happen – at any level. I’m embarrassed for every Catholic, recovering or active. This situation is wholly unacceptable, indefensible, and unforgivable. I wish I could remember the comic I heard on XM 150 the other day – who wondered why the Catholic church cares more about protecting unborns than it does living children. Heh.
Let me also state that there’s not a thing I would change about my own childhood and upbringing (I have amazingly wonderful parents). I loved being involved with the mass as an altar boy – but the more I learn about the “church” that raised me, the happier I am for shedding its doctrine. WWJD? Start his own religion – which is precicely what he did, which is precicely what hundreds of men have done throughout history.
I’m off to join the People’s Front of Judea.




