Monday, March 31, 2014
We feel sorry for ourselves.
But sometimes, one notices the little things that make it great to be Catholic. Like diversity. Diversity? I know what you're thinking: "My goodness, Robby really has been hitting the sauce. He's not usually the sort who goes for this p.c. diversity business."
But, no, I mean it. Diversity. I was sitting at mass today, listening to the homily (which actually wasn't all that boring, truth be told) and looking around at my fellow worshippers. I mean to tell you, it was glorious diversity. The Catholic Church really is "here comes everybody." There were people I know who are Irish, Polish, Italian, Mexican, Filipino, Guatemalan, but also African, Indian (the kind from India), Korean, Vietnamese, Colombian, Russian (why they don't go to the Orthodox Church, I'm not sure; but there they were), Lebanese, Japanese, Jamaican, Chilean, Ecuadorean---all in the same local parish.
And that's only the beginning.
We have the Princeton University undergrads and graduate students headed for big things, and the people with Down's Syndrome and other handicaps. We have the crying infants and squirming toddlers (not to mention the adolescents who, I'm sure, are giving their parents fits) and the people (mostly women, but a few men) who are certainly in their 90s. My sense is that the congregation as a whole is made up of fairly orthodox Catholics, which I doubt is always the case in university towns. When my former student, Fr. Mike McClane, preaches, only one or two people usually get up and walk out. Given that he often says things that cause massive heartburn to Catholics who strongly dissent from some of the Church's moral teachings, that's pretty surprising for a parish in a town like Princeton, but there it is. Anyway, if we're missing ideological (or whatever you want to call it) diversity we sure have lots of all the other kinds, including, I'm sure, plenty of sinners like me, and even, I would be wiling to bet, a few saints.