#and there's a lot still wrong with the RCC

[littlestickfish]

Pope Francis removed him for being ridiculously and virulently hateful toward the LGBT and other minority communities, going so far as to say they don't belong in the Church--the Church Pope Francis is currently endeavoring to make safer and more welcoming to these folks.

The misleading part has nothing to do with whether or not it's legal by secular standards. The misleading part is the implication that this was some sort of arbitrary and unreasonable move instead of a rogue bishop who preached hate facing consequences for his actions.

The man was a menace, and this level of disciplinary action is the least he deserves.

im fucking sobbing why did they kill him twice in a row in the community notes

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[apenitentialprayer]

Do you think the RCC will ever reconsider its stance on sexual ethics? I'm tired of the gay marriage/contraception/masturbation debate.

The short answer? No, sorry. If the Church is the one founded by Christ, and if the Church cannot be errant in terms of theological teachings, then these things aren’t going to do a one eighty. They might get further clarified down the line, but nothing that will contradict what they are currently teaching.Gonna keep going a bit longer, if you don’t mind, about the second part of your ask; in what way are you tired of the debates? If you’re tired of having to defend the Church’s stance, I can sympathize; its hard especially when you live in a society that is hostile to people and organizations who hold that stance. That’s not going to change, though; we’re going to have to learn to live with people who don’t hold our opinions without compromising what we believe. If I were to give a piece of advice, just remember that people are first and foremost people.I’m going to give a quick example from something that happened in my own life recently (something that I hope the other person, if they see this, doesn’t mind me sharing). Shortly after the Ireland referendum went through, someone sent me a message expressing their disappointment at the result. I tried to console them, and said that its important that the next day we go out without any bitterness and face those who supported the result with kindness. In a moment of passion, a very close friend of mine that had read that post unfollowed me and wrote about how they hoped that people like me “stayed bitter” in a post that essentially implied that the anon and I were anti-woman. Shortly thereafter, I spoke to them about something completely different (and, frankly, more important), and I made it a point to make sure that I didn’t talk about how I was hurt by what they did. They are, after all, more than just a walking personification of their pro-choice ideology, and I was hoping that we were close enough for them to remember that I was more than just a walking copy of the Church’s catechism. We still haven’t addressed what happened, but they have since started following me again. I haven’t seen them in person yet, but we’ll see what happens then, I guess.Are you tired of these debates because you find yourself disagreeing with these teachings of the Church? Again, I’ve been in your boat (and still have a foot in it, so to speak). Its difficult enough when you can’t assent to Church teachings on an intellectual level, but on the level of the heart too? As Catholics, we have to figure out how we can try to respond to these tensions within us. The simplest course of action, of course, is to apostatize; but if you genuinely believe that Christ was God, and that Christ established the Catholic Church, that isn’t really an option. So now we’re stuck trying to figure out what we’re going to do from there.Remember that, even if you are not currently in communion with the Church, you are nonetheless still a Catholic. A year or two ago I was furious when someone particularly well known in the Tumblr Catholic community implied this wasn’t the case. They were wrong. Catholics currently outside of communion with the Church are still Catholics, and they had no right to erase the relationship these people had with Jesus, no matter how strained these relationships might have been.I was one of these Catholics for a long time. It was a relief to remind myself that while at the end of time our relationship with God is all or nothing, that does not have to be the case now. We’re all, to varying degrees, Nicodemuses who are perplexed and incredulous, sometimes intentionally so. We’re going to have to make the choice of whether we ultimately stand with Christ or against Him, but in the meantime we can slowly build our relationship.There was a time where I did not feel as if I could recite the Act of Faith, which contains the line “"I believe […] all the truths which the Holy Catholic Church teaches.“ At the time, I couldn’t assent to them intellectually, let alone emotionally. So, what did I do? I didn’t recite this prayer. I found other prayers that I knew I could honestly recite, and focused on them instead. I built my relationship with God in ways that I could do at that moment, and put my trust in Him that way. So if you feel that there are barriers in your relationship with Him right now, even to the extent that you cannot at this time take Communion, do not worry. You are loved, and you can still love.This requires a lot of openness on your end; it can be frustrating. When you’re angry with the Church, remember that there may be times where Jesus’s presence inside Her will be the only reason you can stand Her, and that’s okay. When you’re angry at Jesus, remember that the Truth can be hard to deal with at times, and that is okay too. The most important thing that you can do is keep the conversation going. Keep praying in ways that you can honestly do. Keep researching the reasons that the Church teaches what She does, and really take the time to scrutinize those reasons and take them apart. An honest striving for Truth is never wrong.Today I still cannot say that my heart of hearts is 100% in alignment with the teachings of the Church, but I can at least intellectually submit myself to them. In the future, I hope I can do more than that. Nicodemus is a saint now. We can be too.

[peterandviola]

My Unlikely 5th Birthday

Some awful things have happened on this date in history. Of course, we all knew about the attack on the World Trade Center by commandeered passenger jets.  It was a herald of the driving enemy of global anxiety. It is fear itself.

Of course, other notable events happened. For me, a very personal event occurred that changed my life forever: The sudden and painful implosion of my left femur, following a biopsy at Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital. It was September 11, 2013.

What I can remember about my personal 9/11 is fuzzy, disconnected and colored by strangeness and trauma. I was pretty sure I was dying, especially when the morphine IV in the ambulance made no difference in the pain.

As we flew up Highway 12, I wondered what was wrong. Words like myeloma and bone cancer had been thrown around in the days preceding the biopsy. One surgeon thought all I needed was a routine hip replacement, which made me feel like I was exaggerating. One thing was known. There was a four inch lytic lesion (hole) in the bone. I was assured that was a really bad thing.

The first 24 hours of a trauma are decisive; I know that I threw up a lot, which is not unusual for such an event, especially when paired with morphine. I know I hallucinated, and I know I cussed like a bad parrot with every breath. Friends appeared and disappeared as I raved on. Peter, my husband, was almost as traumatized as I was. Marianna and Mike Terhune kept vigil, along with Georgeann  Muntin, all with calming intentions, but I could not be calmed.

I could not keep a roommate. They would change rooms with apologies. Finally, I was moved down a hallway where no nurses seem to come. I was agonized, confused and upset. After a while, the massive amounts of morphine collected in my blood, and I went into a stupor. A nurse with an eye for disaster took one look and called a Code Blue. Apparently, there was a charge of ER doctors and nurses who came to revive me, hustling with equipment and NorCon to drip into my IV. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw Peter. “Honey. Where have you been,” I murmured sweetly.

There are countless more instances in my catastrophic diagnosis, but I will spare you. Let’s just say there were many complications over a period of days when the trauma doc, Fred Bennett finally decided to operate against the will of the “hospitalist” who thought the pneumonia I had developed might kill me. Peter asked for his reasoning, and Bennett, ever the silent type, said simply, “If we don’t operate, she will die of pain.”

My feelings about this chaos and the kingdom of pain I had inhabited are still a bit confused, but perfect clarity is no longer important to me. I do know I could not accept the final verdict of Renal Cell Cancer. I truly believed I had been in a devastating car wreck. I would ask nurses and doctors if anyone had died in the wreck, or if any children had been injured. It was like Groundhog Day, over and over again. Finally, my oncologist, the ever-sweet and patient Ian Anderson explained it to me and told me he was my oncologist and would see me through this terrible thing.

That day, I went into the MRI tube to scan my brain. I was terrified of being so confined, so I was given more opioids.  An hour later, Dr. Anderson came in with a beautiful smile. “Finally,” he assured me, “we have some good news. Your brain is clean.” He held my hand while I digested that. Finally, I said, “Does that mean I’ll garden again?” He told me later that a thousand things went through his mind—RCC patients who died after a month, the potential therapies ahead that might kill or maim me, the onslaught of radiation, the imperative nephrectomy that would collect my 5 ½ lb. left kidney—but it just didn’t matter.  He leaned over and whispered in my year, “Yes.” 

At that very moment, “yes” became my personal password. No matter what medical insult was thrown at me, I would just say “yes”—yes, I would live, yes, I would write again, yes, I was still me.

The last five years haven’t been easy, but what a flair for understatement I have developed. Two titanium rods have failed, along with a steel plate.

And the loss of my kidney. So what? I’m here to celebrate my five years on the planet, after doctors gave me a few months at best. I’ve spent months in nursing homes and rehab hospitals, learning how to walk again, how to live a life, despite all sorts of unsuspected disturbances and distress. Many of you visited me and soothed me. Thank you all for that. Thank you to my faithful physical therapists, especially Debi, Terri, Rob and Julie. One foot in front of another, I learned. Follow instructions and do your exercises. All these people and things have brought me here to my current domain, where “help” is a good, kind word and nothing to eschew.

Easy, oh no, but good, yes and yes.  Am I my old self? Good grief no. I walk with a limp, I am woozy as I thump along and I have tiny tattoos that mark my radiation sites. But, I’ve fallen in love again with my precious Peter, my husband of two decades and change. Not only has he been my champion, but my  confidante, my caregiver, my handsome man with the heroic blue eyes.

The future blinks on the horizon. It could be hard, it could be good, it could be both. Am I afraid? No, I am not. Have I exceeded my expectations and goals? Oh yes. I find each day, despite the unlikeliness of me. I am here, and as Dr. Anderson once whispered in my ear, “yes.”

[katya-1917]

I attended Catholic school from kindergarten to 12th grade.

The RCC is Still Like This.

Not "wizard shit" and not necessarily just the parish priests, but Local Church Authorities absolutely still do Shit The Bishop Shouldn't See.

If you've been a kid in a Catholic school who gets to see shit she shouldn't because she does a volunteer job like fixing the technology or assisting the lunch servers, and you've been helping with something in administration in the lead up to an announced visit by the bishop, you know what I mean.

Some of it qualifies as "liturgical abuse" and breaking canon law.

A lot of it is just... stuff that could also go wrong and cause trouble in a public school. Bad decisions made by administrators stretching shoestring budgets. Things like having the students "volunteer" for tasks that the school needs done, but faculty man hours spent on it cost money the facility doesn't have, so get the sixth graders, or the ninth graders, to do it. Things like hall monitoring, safety patrol on the sidewalks and crossings around the building, and simple repairs of damaged equipment to save the administration money replacing said equipment, and so on.

No one ever got in any trouble for any of that stuff in my 12 years. Often because there was way worse also going on, but that's special ed for ya, Catholics weren't any worse than any other special needs program - special ed isolation/concentration programs do have a tendency to encourage abuse and attract staff who aren't interested in teaching to enrich lives but rather just want access to often physically fragile children who are unable to complain or won't be taken seriously when they can and do complain. So, usually, high authorities are more concerned about abuse of isolation rooms and teachers who throw classroom objects at the students, than about canon law or a student acting as cheap onsite IT or a sixth grader being the only hall monitor for a whole floor during lunch.

But yeah, Catholic schools are basically... combine the worst parts of "local parishes doing weird shit", WH40K Administratum bureaucratic nonsense, and little kids as a Chaos Multiplier to any situation. They're absolute madhouses at the best of times. If you need a setting for any story involving child main characters that introduces a lot of chaos and careless/overworked adults, use a Catholic school. Those of us who attended one will laugh our asses off reading your story.

I understand why a lot of fantasy settings with Ambiguously Catholic organised religions go the old "the Church officially forbids magic while practising it in secret in order to monopolise its power" route, but it's almost a shame because the reality of the situation was much funnier.

Like, yes, a lot of Catholic clergy during the Middle Ages did practice magic in secret, but they weren't keeping it secret as some sort of sinister top-down conspiracy to deny magic to the Common People: they were mostly keeping it secret from their own superiors. It wasn't one of those "well, it's okay when we do it" deals: the Church very much did not want its local priests doing wizard shit. We have official records of local priests being disciplined for getting caught doing wizard shit. And the preponderance of evidence is that most of them would take their lumps, promise to stop doing wizard shit, then go right back to doing wizard shit.

It turns out that if you give a bunch of dudes education, literacy, and a lot of time on their hands, some non-zero percentage of them are going to decide to be wizards, no matter how hard you try to stop them from being wizards.

[clemensenhu9-blog]

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[biolachristianministry]

Preaching Pressures

It’s Sunday morning in the Students Building at the Richfield Community Church. Our worship band is finishing their set, as I take one more glance at my sermon notes I’ve been prepping all week. 

I know the passage well, but will I be able to present it in a way that connects at all with these students? Did I spend enough time on this? Did I pray enough? Did I focus on the right themes? Are my illustrations going to land? Is my PowerPoint going to be helpful or distracting? Am I going to say “um” too many times again? Is this darn ear-piece microphone actually going to stay in my ear?  

The song is over, time to take the stage. “God, please speak through me!”

A Instagram post from my student ministry featuring a quotation from one of my messages. Crazy!

My first semester here at RCC is almost in the books, and now I find myself reflecting on one of the biggest parts of my internship, preaching. 

Like a lot of ministry, preaching has turned out to be hugely challenging and rewarding for me thus far. Here’s a couple points on either side... 

Preaching is the best!

Preaching gets you into the Bible like nothing else. The connection you feel with passages that you preach is so deep, namely because preaching forces you to dig into the context of a passage and into the practical application of it. Of course these are things you might normally do when reading the Bible, but the fact that you’re preparing a message for students that you love brings a whole new level of determination to deeply understand the text.

Preaching is an incredible privilege. I’ve had so many moments this semester where I’ve stopped and realized how crazy it is that I am literally shaping my students’ view of God. Each concept that I unpack on stage is contributing to how they view their Creator. If what theologian A.W Tozer says is true, that “what we think when we think of God is the most important thing about us,” then think about how huge of a responsibility it is to faithfully unpack the Bible as I preach. So thankful for such an opportunity.

Preaching is a beast!

Preaching takes a LOT of preparation. Oh my word is this true! Perhaps it’s because I’m still a beginner in a lot of ways, but I find myself spending 8-10 hours preparing for each message I give, and sometimes more! I have such a hard time deciding what I want to say, how I want to say it, and whether or not I’m accurately interpreting passages. I’m constantly second guessing my decisions, and regularly find myself scrapping everything and starting over. 

Preaching is vulnerable. What do I mean by this? Well, I mean that to get up on a stage in front of a crowd of students and leaders and bear your heart for the Lord requires a lot of vulnerability. The fear of how people will judge you is real. The fear that you’re getting things wrong is real. Or at least, this fears are real for me! Learning to not let these kinds of fears hold me back in preaching has been a central struggle for me. 

So as you can see, preaching is one beautiful beast of a privilege for those of us pursuing ministry. All in all, I’m thankful for how it’s shaping and sharpening me though, and I’m determined to keep growing this gift with each message I give!