Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Catholic (and Open) to Oneself

OpenCatholic. I see a problem in this term. While it supposes openness (a good thing) it also presumes Catholicity. Can I claim being "Catholic" so as to somehow represent it? Of course not. I can claim openness, and I can say I am Catholic (I am) but I have no authority to offer, rebuke, extol, beyond what's granted any person by dint of being Christian insofar as one (I) understand that term.

I suppose being open with being Catholic enjoins one to proclaim the Gospel in line with Catholic teaching. This I have done to the best of my ability. More so, being open seems to me to drive the issue: precisely because I am not inclined to merely recite dogma I am prompted to abide by a human heart.

If I were merely human I would be concerned with everything. Because I am Christian (as delineated by the Church) I am concerned that I love God and His creation above any other consideration, material, political, or personal. This is an abiding concern, the kind of deep, implicit feeling that underwrites lifetimes.

God is, however, a great humorist. I fall into worry and diligence (much lighter matters than real concern) and grow self-conscious. I pray the Rosary but I hesitate to write poems. I doubt myself and do nothing. I handle routines less and less happily as the well of Charity drains to muck and mire.

God is, happily, a great ironicist. I am granted fedupedness. I am allowed escape, and I write. The brain is untapped and the truth of who I am and where I am is made apparent on a computer screen as I write it out.

And so we are made alive again. OpenCatholic. Open to who we are, ourselves. Catholic, as confirmed by the Church, a living grace.