Barefoot

I realize my post yesterday was rather firm. While I cannot help but be serious, that is my nature, I can however choose a lighter topic for today. I want to talk about feet.

I bet when you read this title you thought i was going to use being barefoot as an analogy for some great spiritual topic. I am not.

God made us without shoes.

Seriously, he really did. I know this will come as a surprise for many of you. You have worn shoes since the day you were born, and they have become a staple for you. I am willing to bet you cannot even imagine going a day without them. I agree warm feet can be quite intoxicating, but I must say, I feel much better without them

Yes, if I had a choice, I would only wear them in the snow. I would walk around the department store barefoot, go to the mall barefoot, go out to eat barefoot, even go to Mass barefoot!

Let me hearken back, way, way back to the beginning of things. Adam and Eve were barefoot. It was a result of eating from the tree that God made clothes for them. While it is not explicit, I would say that God did not include shoes in his wardrobe choice. Why would he take so beautiful a creation as the foot, and then shield it from what it was made for, contact with the dirt?

Maybe you think I’m silly. Well let me show you! After Adam, God keeps an eye on things, giving language and making floods and such, but for most of history, he is a behind the scenes kind of guy. Then comes Moses.

“When the LORD saw that he had turned aside to look, God called out to him from the bush: Moses! Moses! He answered, “Here I am.”God said: Do not come near! Remove your sandals from your feet, for the place where you stand is holy ground. I am the God of your father, he continued, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob. Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God.” Exodus 3:4-6

That’s right. Sandals were evil, and even not allowed in God’s presence. Okay, maybe it would have been clearer if he said, “Taketh those shoes of evil and cast them off thy feet!” but I think we can all agree that is clearly what he meant. Alright, no, he didn’t mean that, but still, shouldn’t we cast them off anyways, just in case?

Now I must handle some objections. First, hygiene. If I walked into a standard restaurant barefoot, I would be kicked out. Not because of any actual health violation, (there are no such health laws in any of our United States, county laws may vary) but because of a perceived health risk. What risk is this exactly? Spreading germs and disease? Maybe my bare feet are tracking in all sorts of nasty stuff, right?

 

So, when was the last time you washed the soles of your shoes? I wash my feet every day in the shower, so I would bet my entire fortune that the bottoms of my feet are far cleaner then the bottoms of your shoes. That is one of the reasons nurses and doctors have to wear foot coverings when they go into surgery. I hope my doctor is barefoot as well.

“Bare feet are less safe, you could stub your toe or something.” you say, but again, I think bare feet are far safer. With my feet uncovered, I watch every step I take. It’s when I put on shoes that I run around clod hopping with no attention. I have never stubbed my feet then they are bare, except around the house where I am running around not paying attention. But more then that, when your feet are flexing and bending the way they are supposed to, you would be amazed of the effect on the rest of your body.  When you walk barefoot, you naturally walk the way you are supposed to, on the balls of your feet, near your toes. No more jarring the bones in your legs = no more back pain. I’m serious, if your back hurts, start by taking off your shoes.

God doesn’t make junk. Feet were made for walking. Sure you may have to walk slow for a while, or wear light sandals or something while you get used to it, but I’m telling you, it’s worth it. They even make shoes now to try to emulate the barefoot walk. I don’t really like any of them, but for the sake of social compliance I wear them when I must.

 

 

Lord, I pray that you show me the day when everyone is using the feet you gave them the way you intended. (Especially my wife who just thinks I’m silly!)

Progressive vs. Traditional

There is a war going on in the heart of the Church. This first year in the program has shown me better than ever how deep this war really divides the Church. If you are not privy to the nature of this war, let me spell it out for you.

This war is often seen as being split into two opposing factions, one being more progressive, the other being more traditional. I would argue that there is a third faction that in not as exciting, but equally important. To begin, let me try to explain the basic ideologies of the two major factions.

Progressive:
The progressive element of the Church feels the need to see the Church grow outside the boxes that it has historically drawn. It sees the Church as being a little old fashioned, and wants to see it give way on many of the big issues in the world at large. The more centrist of these individuals want to see a more friendly, community centered approach to worship, not unlike protestant worship services. They want to be as inclusive as possible. As clerics, this group often look to various scientific and critical views of theology and biblical studies. The more extreme view of this group see the need for great change in the moral code of the Church, especially in relation to sexual morality, (abortion, birth control, homosexuality, etc) as well as church dogma and practice, (Ordination for women, marriage in the priesthood, etc).

Traditionalist:
This group feels the Church has already gone to far. They feel the massive changes in the Church since Vatican II have been grave errors that need to be corrected. They want a worship that is more in line with the worship of the Church in centuries past, one that is more Christ centered than community centered. Amid scholars and clerics, they often hold more traditional views of scripture and theology, and are uncomfortable with modern biblical criticism. They hold a hard line against what is seen as the evils of the modern age, especially as involves sexual morality, and see the Church as needing to fight the current state of affairs with all Her might. They often feel historical church practice has nearly as much importance as formally stated Church beliefs, or dogma.

Nowhere is this war more apparent then in our theology classes. The clear lines drawn over subject matter or lectures given seems to be the prime content of most of the discourse between candidates, myself included. This last year we have spent less then 10% of the time talking about the content of our classes themselves, and 90% talking about whether or not these classes are appropriate, given each of our individual “political” bents.

Don’t worry, I will tell you where I stand, but first I must point out the severe waste of time this is in a formation program. I so deeply wish that we could find a way of not letting this be the issue. I would truly much rather talk about theology in Church history or how the Incarnation opened the possibility for the redemption of the world. I would much rather discuss how Canon Law works in practice then discuss whether or not any individual law is appropriate. I hate feeling like I’m in a political seminar.

Okay, I know you have been waiting patiently, so I will put in my two cents.

There is a third party to this conflict, and it is in that party that I stand. It is often confused with the traditional group because of it’s hard stance on Church teaching, but it is not. I believe the Church hangs, not unlike Christ on the Cross, between these two differing views. Yes, the Church does care about the individual, and is open to science and biblical criticism. My goodness, our Holy Father has even written a book about it, “Jesus of Nazareth”.  (A must read by the way, it is incredible!) That does not mean we throw out the baby with the bathwater though.

The Church has held tight to beliefs that were handed down to us, and we cannot just let them go to suit the modern fancy either.  The Church holds strong to sexual morality, because She loves us, and the morality she teaches is true.

So to put it plain, I stand with the Church, dead center. If the Church says no, I say no, if it says yes, I agree completely. I am your full on, pope loving, rosary toting, (confession attending!) Catholic.

I will admit that I lean traditional where given the choice, but never at the expense of being at disagreement with the Magisterium. Would I attend a Latin Mass? Yup, sure would. Am I upset at folk music at Mass? Nope, not as long as I don’t have to listen to it. The Church allows this expression, and so I have no problem with it.

I do not however bend on that which the Church does not bend. I am firmly against, and have no problem wearing my sandwich-board to protest, abortion, birth control, pornography, homosexual “marriage”, or any other such issues that degrade the humanity of men and women. I also will do the same to stand against abuse of the poor by those in power, for the rights of the working man and for equality among different races and sexes.

So there you go. Now I firmly wish that would be the end of it, but the truth is, this is the battle of our time. This topic will have to be broached again and again. Now I am sure that I will be hung on the cross for what is true, but in that, I’m in good company.

A Little History is in Order

This blog is starting a little late. If I really wanted to chronicle my entire experience, I would have started a year ago when I began my year of aspirancy. Seeing as that year has been fulfilled, I think a bit of digression is in order.

My formation program started a year ago in February, though I was not yet a part of the class. I had done all the work to be in the class, talked to a canon lawyer to make sure I had not impediments, began filling out my very long application, everything that needed to be done before I got into the program. But I wasn’t excited.  Not in the least. I just felt that something wasn’t quite right.

There were a lot of reasons why I felt it wasn’t the right time. Yes, I knew I felt a calling, but I just wasn’t sure that the calling was for right now. First of all, I’m not a rich man. Most of the men entering the program would be retired, or nearly so with kids already off to college and grand-kids on the way. They were stable both financially and as families. I was not stable, and that was frightening.

Then there was my youth. I would really be entering the program at nearly the youngest that was acceptable for a married man. Maybe I was being presumptuous in my youth, and I felt that a few years under my belt would be more appropriate. Regardless of my reasons, I decided to wait until the next go around in five years to think about it again.

Classes started in February, and I did not attend.

Then one day I was at Mass, and something happened. It was a bad homily. Yes, I admit it, I jumped in because of a bad homily. It was full of error, and just felt almost Anti-Catholic. I just got angry, and needed to do something about it. I won’t say where I was for respect of the priest giving it, but I suddenly felt that I had no option. Whether I felt like it or not, the Church needed men faithful to her, and I knew I was that man.

The next week at my home parish, I accosted my pastor to reopen my application, and after some rule bending, and some law checking, I was in the class the following month.

Many who had joined the class in the beginning were already gone.  It was kind of like I skipped the “get to know everyone” phase, and hopped right into the work. To be honest, that is really for the best. My only sadness was that one of my dear friends had already left the program. Maybe he would have stayed if I had joined in the beginning.

Oh well, God knows what he is doing.

A New Beginning

So I’ve decided to start a blog. I must admit, this is an entirely new endeavor for me. I have never been much of a writer, neither in school as a young man, or in my adult life. It seems odd to me that I would start now. I wish I could give a reason why I suddenly feel so compelled to do this, but I’m afraid all I have are a multitude of impressions that add up to a need. It’s rather odd really.

At first glance, one might think my intention is to write about my thoughts as I go through a life changing experience. That is most certainly true, but why? I have never been the type of person to need to chronicle anything. I am not big on pictures, I have never kept a diary and the only photo albums in my house were put together by my wife over ten years ago. I am not in any way an archivist. I’m more of an “in the moment” kind of guy.

Maybe I want to share this experience with others to help them if they feel a call to a religious vocation, be it a priest, deacon, nun or monk. Well, sure, why not. I suppose that is true, but I could hardly desire to post every week for someone who just might be interested. It seems a bit over overkill for a very light return.

Is my ministry confined to my parish? Not really, so I suppose that I hope I can reach more people with the message of Christ’s love through the internet. Yes, but that does make the assumption people would actually be interested in reading what I have to say. Honestly, I’m not all that interesting, so I doubt I am creating the next “mega-blog”.

In short, all these are good reasons, but I just feel like it’s something I should do.

Wait! I think I have figured it out. My mother suggested it, and I, of course, obey my mother at all times. (Unless my wife orders me to do something else!)