OK, matt. I wouldn’t say I had absolute faith in my self-styled Hindo-shamanistic Buddhism. Basically, I had for a couple of years been sent to a fundamentalist Baptist school, where I learned that human beings are born damned. I actually had a teacher state that children who die before they are old enough to make the decision to “get saved” go to hell- they are guilty because of original sin. I had also watched a lot of televangelists, who seemed to be more interested in preaching hatred against various disapproved social groups than they were in teaching the love of Christ. I eventually decided that the God represented by the Christians I had contact with was an evil being, and I would rather go to Hell than bow down and worship him. Around that point, I started reading books about and scriptures of the Eastern religions. It made sense to me on a purely locical level. And I don’t think Buddhism and Catholicism are mutually incompatible. Both teach basically the same moral, detatchment from material goods and love for fellow human beings. And on some level, I always knew that I was Catholic. I kind of started feeling that tug toward the Church about three and a half years ago. For a while, I thought maybe I could go to the Catholic church and be a closet Gnostic. (You should check out my bookshelf sometime. It’s really strange) But I didn’t want to give up the lifestyle I was living, and I also didn’t want to be a closet heretic within the Church. I just didn’t feel it would be right.
Anyhoo, when I moved to Vegas, the first job I got was as a live psychic on a 1-900 line. I had a neighbor, great guy, highly intelligent, believing Catholic, who would make the occasional attempt to evangelize me. We had some interesting conversations. He wasn’t one of these in-your-face religious types, he was very reasonable, but also very firm in his faith. I told him once that I had thought about going Greek Orthodox, and he said before I did that, I should check out the Byzantine Rite of the Catholic Church.
He gave me one of those seven day candles with a picture of St. Michael the Archangel on it. For about five days, before I would log onto the psychic network, I would light the candle and say the prayer to St. Michael. It was great, I was becoming more accurate, the readings were getting longer, which meant more money for me…
Then one day, I came home and found that my Eyes of the Golden Buddha poster had fallen off the wall. Strange. That night, as I was dialing into the network to log on, I started shaking and crying, and withing five minutes, I was on my knees renouncing Satan and all his works. I found out where there was a Byzantine Catholic Church near me, and I’ve been attending regularly ever since. I’m in an adult catechism program, and hope to be confirmed in a year or so.
Now, longhair…
First of all, I don’t believe that the church should start ordaining women as priests. Deaconesses, yes. Alter girls, we’ve got ‘em. But I really don’t have a problem with the male hierarchy. If someone wants to take up with the church on these types of feminist issues, they can leave. The Byzantine Rite will ordain married men- that’s a matter of discipline, not faith, and I really don’t have a problem with the Latin church following suit, although the priests’ wives might have a problem with their hubbies devoting so much time to the needs of their congregations that they have no time for their families. For about ninety years, the Byzantine Church in America was under the heel of the Latin church, and was not allowed to ordain married men, so if you met a married priest, he had been ordained on the other side of the Big Pond. Now, the rule here in America is that for a married man to be ordained, he must be at least forty-five years old and his kids must be grown and out of the house.
As to the question of when the problem of pedophile priests becomes the fault of the whole church, I can’t really answer that one. I will say that the problem isn’t that widespread. It’s actually quite rare for these things to happen. But when it does, and the priest gets caught, and the bishop gets caught covering up the crime, it creates a media blowout that reflects negatively on the entire church. I don’t have a lot of faith in human beings. I have faith in God.
The trouble with Sir Launcelot is by the time he comes riding up, you’ve already married King Arthur.