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Mar 5Edited

Dang you, Steve! Haha

You write so well, I have to stop working on grad school projects because I'd rather read and respond to what you have to say. Apologies in advance for the impending avalanche of text.

"My house was built on sand, so to speak. Indoctrinated from a young age in a family where being uber-Catholic was the only real currency for affirmation and respect. Big father wounds. Desperate to be taken seriously. Highly intelligent but always being treated like a kid. Being knowledgeable and articulate about the faith got me a seat at the men's table. Made me feel seen and respected."

Man, I relate to this quite a bit. Catholicism has been with me since infancy, and it was the primary means of seeing the world, measuring character, and an essential way of connecting with loved ones. Now as a very anxious human being in his 30's, facing similar questions, I cling at the very least to the external practice of religion because it connects me to my family, and I couldn't bear breaking my mom's heart by leaving, and dishonoring my dad's dying wish that I keep the faith (though I am doing a poor job...)

"But I was never Catholic because *I* loved it and *I* had come to the conclusion that it was correct. Instead, I backfilled. Lots of post hoc thinking. I was Catholic, and that was the most important thing, so I had to find reasons to justify why I was Catholic. And I was pretty good at that."

I understand totally. I have always been a "good boy" in the sense of following rules, rarely if ever speaking out of line. In my youth, I was a reliable soldier of the faith, a good example of the younger homeschooled kids in my Church, an altar boy ready to assist, and a student who memorized much of the Baltimore Catechism. But, I now realize it was a sense of solemn duty mixed with fear of divine retribution that kept me in line. Sadly, God has always been a distant concept...an impersonal abstraction, even though that's not what He is supposed to be. Faith gamifies life, sort of how the insistent green bird compels you to sustain your string on DuoLingo, keeping you on track to learning a new language and giving you a sense of accomplishment. The Church has systems in place to keep you in line and receive a sense of validation. It is reassuring if you keep your head in the sand.

The other thing is the promise of an afterlife. To be entirely frank, the only reason that matters to me is less about Thomas Aquinas' articulation of God's Justice and eternal union with Him. I now realize that intuitive it had always been and still remains about the hope of reuniting with my loved ones again. I have been taught that I should always choose God. I should be most faithful to the Church. But I cannot for the life of me pick abstractions and institutions over people - flesh and blood human beings that I have relationships with and feel loved by and with whom I experience joy.

"Being Catholic, especially once I started getting involved in apostolate and travelling and doing missionary work and the like, gave me a sense of something bigger; a semblance of meaning and boundaries and purpose. It wound up being my ticket out of the mundane."

This is where perhaps my journey takes a different turn. I have begun to find peace and contentment in the mundane. Superimposing a grand cosmic narrative and an elaborate structure of meaning (borrowing this phrase from Jordan Peterson, I think) doesn't always feel useful. Savoring the tiny moments day to day with those I love has been more than enough for me in recent years.

"So I walked away. I have not stopped asking those questions. I have not stopped asking God to show me what I got wrong."

Amen brother! I'll be the first to admit I am no saint, and I have my share of vices and unhealthy coping mechanisms. But does that automatically disqualify me from asking questions or feeling genuine doubt? I should hope not. I honestly beg God to show me how I am mistaken and to see the beauty in the life of faith that I ought to. I am not in a place where I can honestly recommend the faith to anyone. Practically it offers a robust moral system and defends useful social structures. Spiritually it can be a soul crushing source of anxiety and neuroses.

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Thank you for sharing this. I sure these thoughts are not easy to write about, but it is uniquely YOUR story. I hope that you will continue to write about these subjects as you are inspired to do so. I, for one, will not abandon reading your Substack because of you write these things.

As I’ve shared with you before, I spent a decade away from the Church in good part due problems encountered in my TLM community, and with traditionalism at large. I recently confessed and returned to full communion (albeit, through the Byzantine door), but I look at religion very differently now than I did when I was involved with the Latin Mass.

I’ll put it this way: I simply can’t put certain worms back in the can - be it science, archeological findings, or contrasting theologies. I exercise liberal use of nuance to help things make sense, and limit use of polemic apologetic arguments that aren’t holistic in their perspectives..

Not everything is black and white. And not everything needs to be (or can be) fully understood. Furthermore, “I don’t know”, “I have doubts”, etc. can be perfectly acceptable answers.

Finally, As someone who is chronically disorganized both in my interior and exterior lives, I understand how the church provides order. That’s not all a bad thing. But when it’s not coupled with faith, hope and love, it can create a monster. I also recognize that monster in me, and am trying to take steps to work on this aspect of my life apart from religious context.

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