Friday, May 17, 2013

Validation and balance

Sorry for the continued spotty blogging this week; all I can say is that I've been busy.  For those of you who are waiting for the sequel to my first children's science-fiction book, The Telmaj, I may have some really good news soon!  And if you haven't yet bought a copy of The Telmaj for the 8 to 12-year-old reader(s) in your life: summer is coming, and sometimes it will be too hot to play outside, and a book may be a nice break from all the screen time, and that's all the shameless self-promotion I can stand for one day. :)

Some of you may remember the posts I did here discussing Deacon Kandra's letters from a woman complaining about babies screaming at Mass.  Earlier this week, Deacon Kandra received another letter from this woman, and it's a shocker:
I thought I should let you & your readers know that I’ve been forced by my hearing problem to leave the Church. After talking with a priest yesterday, I told him that I realize that the Catholic Church’s exists primarily for screaming–& yes, I do mean SCREAMING, not making little babbling sounds–babies & their apparently-deaf parents.

Read the rest of her letter, and Deacon Kandra's comments, here.

Lots of things don't add up here, to me.  I don't want to psychoanalyze a person I don't know based on a handful of letters, but in her first letter this woman made it clear that the Mass with the screaming babies is a Saturday morning Mass (that is, NOT a Sunday Mass), and in her second letter, that she was "saddened" by the comments to her first letter and said that she and her husband had never brought their children to Sunday Mass before age 5 or so (kindergarten).  She also said that only she went to Sunday Mass during those years; her husband went to daily Mass and would take the kids on Saturdays when they were old enough (around 4).  Here, in this third letter, she is clearly chagrined that babies are still welcome at Mass despite her health-related inability to tolerate their "screaming."  She blames parents who bring their children to Mass for a lack of charity and advises them to go to Confession, and says that she's leaving the Church.

In short, I agree with Deacon Kandra when he says:
My sense is that there has to be more than just noise that is driving this woman away, and that there may be more layers to her story. There’s pain there, along with anger and frustration.  I suspect what she needs more than silence is time—and prayer, and someone who will listen. I hope she finds all of that.

I think that when this lady wrote to Deacon Kandra in the first place, what she was looking for, perhaps even expecting, was validation of her particular situation.  Again, I'm not psychoanalyzing when I say that, just pointing out that as human beings we tend to crave this sort of thing.  When we tell someone our troubles, we might be looking for solutions, or we might just be looking for sympathy, for a voice that says, "How terrible for you!  You must be so upset."  This is one of those things that is much, much easier to tell in real-life conversation than in blogs, emails, Facebook updates, etc.  I suspect--though of course I don't know--that what this particular lady wanted was a chorus of voices saying, "Oh, how awful that the priest at your parish lets people bring babies to what should be a quiet Saturday morning Mass and then lets those babies SCREAM at the top of their tiny lungs like operatic banshees for the entire thirty minutes without ever suggesting that the parents take them outside for a moment to calm down, especially when the slightest noise can trigger the distressing symptoms of your health problem and you've gone out of your way to explain this patiently and..." etc.  Instead, what she got was: total agreement that babies ought not be allowed to scream like operatic banshees throughout an entire Mass, but also doubt that this was actually the case, along with a lot of people saying that infants and young children do, as baptized Catholics, have the right to attend Mass and that people should cut parents some slack when they're trying to make that sometimes-complicated "vestibule or not?" decision should Junior start to act up a bit.

In other words, people gave a fairly sane, balanced, reasonable response.  But it would seem (again, none of us knows for certain) that perhaps this lady simply wanted some sympathy and understanding for her particular situation, even if she couched it in language about what all parents ought to do or what the Church ought to do, etc.

I don't think the desire for validation, sympathy, and understanding is a sinful thing; I think it's a human one.  But I also think that once our emotions calm down in these situations, we should try to look at the big picture, examine our own motives and reactions, and strive for a sense of balance about it all.

Deciding to leave the Church altogether because of screaming babies (or female altar servers or bad music or too much/too little Latin or the lack of women priests or the Church's refusal to bless artificial birth control or too many EMHCs or...) is a clear sign that one's sense of balance is not quite right.  And that, as Deacon Kandra says, prayer is the main thing that is called for here.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Somebody else's problem

I'm back!  Er...did I say "Monday?"  Sorry about that.

Actually, I've been really busy getting my second book ready to publish.  I ordered proof copies today--yay!  But I've also been up really late the last few nights, so I'm not all that coherent.

I don't want to wait any longer, though, to talk some more about that Bangladesh garment factory fire/collapse.  The one where a young woman was dug out alive from the rubble after 17 days.  The one where 1,100 workers died making clothing for about 30 cents an hour while the companies that ordered those clothes charged their customers anywhere from seven to ten times what they paid for the clothes in the first place--and yet those companies insist that they can't afford to help improve working conditions in those factories.  Oh, but they are, some of them, making vague promises about setting up a "fund" for the victims (or, perhaps, their families, since most of the victims died).

Many people seem to shrug at this stuff and say, "Oh, well.  All corporations are evil.  What can we do?" as though the problem is to big for us to deal with, as though it's always somebody else's problem.  But a reader sent me this terrific list of clothing companies who are actually trying not to cooperate with substandard factories and terrible working conditions.  Some people might reject the list as coming from what Mark Shea calls a "ritually impure source," but I would think that if anyone really wished to support companies that don't treat their workers like expendable cogs in an impersonal machine he or she could check out these companies for himself or herself and find out if they are, in fact, helping to improve garment factory conditions or making sure their garments aren't made in substandard environments.  It's just not the case that our only option here is to pretend that our consumer choices don't matter.

Having said that, I want to make it clear that the primary way our choices matter is to our own souls.  As Catholics, as Christians, as decent human beings we are called to stand in solidarity with the poor and the oppressed--and, yes, making people risk their lives to work in dangerous factories while paying them a few dimes an hour is a form of oppression.  It would be great if enough people sent a message to enough clothing brands and retailers that this is simply unacceptable such that they accepted the need to be active in changing things for those workers, but even if that didn't happen, at least we would be standing with our poor brothers and sisters in third-world countries instead of trampling over them on our way to the mall.  Few of the goods produced in these hell-holes are necessary to our lives or survival, and most of them--basic clothing items--can, indeed, be purchased from retailers who have already chosen not to contract with these sorts of factories (or, indeed, with the countries that allow this stuff to go on unchecked).

Now, I know that sometimes we suffer a bit from "boycott fatigue."  If we look hard enough, there are good reasons to avoid shopping anywhere or buying anything, and yet most of us are several acres and a plethora of farm crops and animals away from total self-sufficiency.  It seems to me, though, that when companies are making huge profits selling goods made for a few dollars apiece, and when the reason those goods can be made so cheaply is precisely because the manufacturing plant owners don't seem to care at all if they employ the desperately poor or if a thousand or so of them die in preventable factory accidents every now and again, we have a unique opportunity to draw a line and say, "No, I won't put up with this."

At the very least, most of us are in a position to offer sincere prayers for our brothers and sisters in the human family who live and work in Bangladesh.  And most of us could, when shopping, check the occasional clothing label now and again to avoid encouraging retailers to contract with garment manufacturers in a nation where worker safety always seems to be somebody else's problem. 

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Just popping in...

...to say that while I hope to resume regular blogging on Monday, I couldn't help but share this post from Deacon Greg Kandra showing an adorable three-year-old Spanish-speaking orphan (being raised by his grandmother) "saying Mass" from memory, using the Mass kit he asked for at Christmas.

Go and watch at least a tiny bit of the video, please?

And then tell me that children under age 5 don't get anything out of Sunday Mass.  :)

Monday, May 6, 2013

Prayer request

I wasn't planning to blog today, but I'm asking you to join me in praying for the Such a Pretty Bubble blogger, whose mother died suddenly and unexpectedly on Saturday.

I am asking the intercession of Blessed Julian of Norwich to comfort Char and her family:
"What? wouldest thou wit thy Lord's meaning in this thing? Wit it well: Love was His meaning. Who sheweth it thee? Love. Wherefore sheweth He it thee? For love. Hold thee therein, thou shalt wit more in the same. But thou shalt never wit therein other without end." With this illumination, the whole mystery of Redemption and the purpose of human life became clear to her, and even the possibility of sin and the existence of evil does not trouble her, but is made "a bliss by love". This is the great deed, transcending our reason, that the Blessed Trinity shall do at the last day: "Thou shalt see thyself that all manner of thing shall be well." 
Eternal rest grant unto Char's mother, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her.  May she rest in peace.  Amen.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Brief blog break

Now that I'm (finally) feeling (mostly) better, I'm taking a brief blog break to catch up on two weeks' worth of accumulated chores, including my push to get the sequel to The Telmaj up and running.  Don't know when I'll resume regular blogging--you'll know it when you see it! :)

I will probably keep posting the Telmaj Tuesday posts during the break so I can report the progress of the book, but this blog and Coalition for Clarity will be pretty quiet for a bit.  Thanks for understanding!

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The Catholic blogosphere's shortest modesty post

Time got away from me today.  I could skip blogging altogether; in this post-Facebook era (no, really) I sometimes wonder if anybody's still reading.  But then again, that's not why I started blogging, and I'm quite capable of going on when nobody's paying attention.  Just ask my family. :)

Rather than skip blogging, though, I give you the Catholic blogosphere's shortest-ever and least-controversial modesty post, which is as follows:

The dress Gwyneth Paltrow wore to the Iron Man 3 premiere was not modest.  Under no circumstances should anyone ever wear such a thing, because it is frankly quite rude to flash your derriere in public.  Wearing such a dress to Mass would be especially wrong.

I know, I know.  Where's the fun in saying that?  Wouldn't we rather argue about the definition of modesty, gripe about uppity females wearing slacks, and tear into random strangers for their Sunday morning clothing choices?  But I'm starting to think that maybe our real reasons for doing those sorts of things--and I include myself in this, most definitely!--are not all that terrific, and our true motives are as transparent as the side panels on Gwyneth's dress.  And just as rude, vulgar, and tacky, too.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013