Confessions Of A Zealous Evangelical Neophyte


heaven_hell Last night I found myself looking back on my life as a Christian so far. The reason for doing so was a remark made by a fellow parishioner: “You’re a convert, but you’re not as zealous like a lot of other converts”. I think he meant the über zealous neophytes that are sometimes very visible in the Church. I’m more a “middle of the road” person, or at least I try hard to be like that. I wasn’t always like this. I have been the “über zealous neophyte” for quite a while. I don’t believe all converts display the neophyte behaviour, and those who don’t go around rather unnoticed. Those who display this behaviour stand out, usually in the negative way, like me way back when. It is easy to fall into this trap after discovering something new and exciting and all you can think of is sharing it with others and make others join in the fun, regardless of the thoughts and feelings of the other party.

I am guilty of behaving like this in the past, especially in the two or three years after my initial conversion to the Christian faith. I became a member of a very strict and orthodox Evangelical church: the type with two services on Sunday, not buying stuff on Sundays; not going out for dinner on Sundays; no studying or other work on Sundays. There were a lot of rules you had to obey to because this was how they were teaching and living the Ten Commandments. They were serious about it, and in fact I liked that. Not because they were the rules and you had to do it because it were the rules. I found myself doing a lot of these things already as a result of trying to live a Christian life. I was very happy to be a Christian and would make sure everybody got that. At one point I started to expect other people to live the same lifestyle I was living because that was how to live properly. If you would adopt another lifestyle, you weren’t living a good life. Same approach for doctrine: I held tight on what the church was teaching, on what Calvin and other reformators were teaching and anything that wasn’t in line with those teachings was heretical in my mind. I gave other people in my church a hard time because they weren’t sticking to the doctrines of their own church.

After a while it occurred to me that my behaviour had no results whatsoever: nobody had the slightest inclination to live a more orthodox life or corrected their flawed understanding of doctrine. And that had nothing to do with them and their approach, it was me. I had this “I’m doing it right, you’re doing it wrong, and I will tell you how to do it right” attitude. According to my own pastor and other orthodox people, I knew a lot about my faith and I was right to defend what I held for the Truth. That may have been the case, I hear a lot of people saying that I know a lot, but I wasn’t spreading the Good News efficiently. There may have been a big chunk of insecurity as well: because I was new to the faith it felt odd to be so different from the others. The inability to deal with the Dutch approach to authority may also have been playing a role. Whatever it was, whatever I was doing, it wasn’t working. If I really was interested in defending the faith, I had to change my approach. I needed to learn other people’s language and see where they were coming from and be gentle and actually listen to them. It took a while to get there, but when I adopted this approach I noticed people becoming less hostile to what I was saying and that they actually started to listen what I was saying.

This experience shaped me and how I deal with other people. One of the things I heard most frequently back when I was this Evangelical neophyte was that I was so arrogant and self-righteous. This was totally not how Christ wants me to be, so I needed to learn to be humble the hard way with God’s help. I needed to go around with an open mind and had to acknowledge that some of the things I defended as the doctrine of the Evangelical church I belonged to was actually incorrect. The reason why a lot of Evangelicals didn’t stick to it anymore was that they also sensed it was flawed. This led to a huge crisis. If some things were wrong, other things could be wrong too. So I needed to rethink everything and learn that things can be different in reality from how they look at first glance.

Why do I come up with all of this? At the one hand to remind myself to be gentle and patient with new Catholics who have a lot of zeal and at the other hand to hold up a mirror. It’s very easy to fall back in this trap of forcing your point of view down other people’s throats. This doesn’t mean that truth is something optional. But there’s truth and ways to share it. And there are different audiences. If someone claims to be a devout Catholic but is not living like one and has opinions that go against Church teaching, I will treat that person different then a non-Catholic who opposed the Church because he or she doesn’t know what the Church actually teaches. One big thing I learned to respect is the fact that people have a free will. I can give out information, I can be an example living my life, but I can’t make them believe and live a virtuous life: only God can.

I believe most converts go through this phase and I can understand how they can frustrate cradle Catholics. But keep in mind they have good intentions. They need to learn the hard way how to deal with differences among faithful Catholics. This is especially difficult if those neophytes come from a Protestant or even an Evangelical background. In a lot of those churches there’s not much variation allowed: differences are often seen as a form of heterodoxy. Yes the Catholic Church has well defined what her doctrine is, and that what’s they have learned in RCIA (hopefully). What they didn’t really learn is all the different kinds of spirituality and all the different ways to live a virtuous Catholic life and still be faithful to the Magisterium. Don’t blame them. It’s not something you can learn in RCIA but only by living the faith in full Communion with the Church. They need their time. And they need good examples of how open-mindedness doesn’t necessarily leads to heterodoxy. A challenge for both sides, cradle Catholics and converts alike.

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Praying For Non-Believing Relatives’ Conversion?


st-augustine-cycle-death-of-st-monicaToday marks the feast of St. Monica, St. Augustine’s mother. What we know of her is that she was brought up Christian by her parents and married to a pagan man named Patricius. Her son Augustine was also brought up with the Christian faith, but as we all know he left the Church as a young man and was involved in Manicheism. From St. Augustine’s Confessions we know that St. Monica always prayed vigorous for her son’s soul. She was convinced that God would answer her prayers for conversion. And it happened: during his time in Milan, after a profound crisis St. Augustine converted to Christianity and became one of its most powerful defenders of that day.

As many of you may know, my family does not believe in anything. They’re self-confessed Atheist or they simply don’t care and don’t want to be bothered with any form of religious talk. They don’t want me to pray for them, which brings up a dilemma: should I pray for my family like St. Monica did for their conversion or not? They don’t want me to pray for them and I guess I should also respect their wishes.

Part of the reason they don’t want me to pray for them is fear, I guess. Suppose God exists and they are put for a choice which possibly means they need to change their lives. They are happy with the lives they currently live and don’t want to change it or have it changed by a third party. I know that their lives will be more happy if they would know God. So I pray for them anyway, knowing God will respect their wishes, but still I feel uncomfortable doing something they don’t want me to do.

How do you deal with non-believing family and friends? Do you pray for them? Do they know you’re praying for them? How do they react?

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What Makes A Blog “Catholic”?


pope-benedict-xvi-2008-cannonball-catholic-blog-awards-tropheys-vincenzo-sancte-pater2 Today two weeks ago at this very moment I was in a tall trolley bus heading to down-town Boston after an action-packed Catholic New Media Celebration, hosted by the Archdiocese of Boston at it’s Pastoral Centre in Braintree, MA. There were two tracks offered: a podcasting track and a blogging track. I followed the blogging track because I think I’m a better writer then a podcaster. Before the CNMC started I decided to be a blogger who also podcasts rather then the reverse.

I’m not new to blogging. I first started blogging in the Fall of 2003, maybe it was 2004 already, I don’t really remember. My first “blog” was on my Protestant church’s national forum and consisted of a fictional account on my life, set in a Fairytale Forest and people in my life were given fairytale character names to ensure anonymity. This was natural to me since I love fantasy/SF stories and my handle on that forum was “Little Red Riding Hood”. After I discovered the joy of blogging I went over to Blogger two years later, continuing to blog in “fairytale-speak”. This changed in 2007: After a number of years of discerning my spiritual path, I saw that traditional Protestantism (Calvinism) was nothing for me and therefore I called myself “General Christian”. I was blogging about the things occupying my mind. This could be faith related but also about psychology and science. Blogging became a way to process my thoughts.

Between 2008 and now I have hardly been blogging for various reasons like finishing my bachelor’s degree, working, health-related issues and such. It’s also clear I cannot continue where I left off, because I got older, my thoughts changed and most importantly my faith changed. Or maybe it has not so much changed. “Correctly labelled” is a better way to phrase it. I have been thinking and reasoning along the lines of Catholic teaching and Catholic piety for a long time, even when I still called myself “Reformed” or “Protestant”. This brings me to the topic I have been musing on ever since I came back from Boston: What does “Catholic blogging” mean?

Back when I was a Protestant, I already thought (and believed) like a Catholic would. I wasn’t aware of it, but my reasoning was 100% Catholic and it irked me when Catholics pointed this out. I was blogging about my faith, but how would one label such a blog? Would that be a “Protestant Blog” because its writer was a member of a Protestant Church? Or was it a “Catholic Blog” because its content was Catholic? Does Protestant (or Catholic) say something about the blog and the content or does it say something about the owner/writer of said blog?

Is a blog, written by a devout Catholic writer, but about non-Catholic topics a Catholic blog and is the writer “blogging in a Catholic way”? I think the answer can be yes. A Catholic blog doesn’t necessarily have to cover pious Catholic topics like the Magisterium, the Church and such. Look at SQPN, a Catholic New Media Network producing Catholic podcasts, without being blatantly Catholic. I am member of the “Secrets of Middle-earth” panel. There’s a “Secrets of Harry Potter” podcast as well. Harry Potter isn’t Catholic nor is J.K. Rowling. I also have to think about something Lino Rulli said. The goal of Catholic New Media (which includes blogs) is to make people curious. Being different, being fresh, being new. You have to be new, otherwise it’s not New Media.

This brings me back to Saturday two weeks ago, with me sitting in this tall trolley bus musing on the concept of a “Catholic” blog. Do I want to blog about the Catholic Church, the Magisterium and other pious topics? Sure, but that shouldn’t be the main focus: It’s boring to non-Catholics. I am not a Catholic now because SQPN was making boring Catholic Radio podcasts, but because it was about Star Trek, Star Wars and most importantly Battlestar Galactica. I cannot recall one single conversation with Fr. Roderick which was about the Catholic faith and yet I converted. Because it was real, it was authentic and it was about something I could connect to. I want my blog to be like that too.

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Mayor Accidentally Beheads Angel


Beheaded AngelImagine there would be plans to have a big fireworks display on the 4th of July in front of Jamestown Church in Jamestown, Virginia. Since this is one of the oldest surviving buildings built by Europeans in the original thirteen colonies I would guess most people would think this isn’t a very smart idea. It’s FIREWORKS after all…

I don’t know what people in the Spanish city of Toledo were thinking when they decided on the location of their fireworks display to commemorate the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. They decided it was probably a great idea to set off a lot of fireworks in front of the famous 13th century High Gothic cathedral of Toledo. It’s considered to be the pinnacle of Gothic architecture in Spain. And of course it’s no problem to ignite a lot of gunpowder in the close vicinity of this monument.

The mayor, Emiliano García-Page, had the honours of starting the fireworks and some of the rockets went the wrong way towards the cathedral which resulted in the beheading of one of the angels that accompanies the ascension of Mary to heaven at the door of the Lions. A big uproar started, people are upset, some are suspecting foul play and others say it was an accident. If I read what happened on larazon.es, I think this is just an act of utter stupidity. Every sound mind knows you shouldn’t do anything with explosive materials near a monument like the cathedral.

The city council said everything will be repaired and paid for. The fireworks display next year will take place somewhere else with more space.

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The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary


040Today is one of my favourite days of the year. It’s the Solemnity of The Assumption of the BVM. I can’t say I have a very strong devotion to the Holy Virgin in general, but this feast is kind of neat. It’s Easter in August. The reason I like this so much is that it gives a message of hope.

Our Lady was the first ‘regular’ person who ascended to heaven with body and soul. God promised we all will one day, but because Mary was so special, she got the special grace of ascending right after she died. That is what the Church teaches as a dogma since 1950 and what we in our collective spirituality believe for over one thousand years.

Being a former Protestant means that I know my Bible pretty well and I wonder where Mary’s Assumption differs from the story of Elijah, which is described in 2 Kings 2:6-17. I quote from the NIV translation:

Then Elijah said to him, “Stay here; the LORD has sent me to the Jordan.”
And he replied, “As surely as the LORD lives and as you live, I will not leave you.” So the two of them walked on.

Fifty men of the company of the prophets went and stood at a distance, facing the place where Elijah and Elisha had stopped at the Jordan. Elijah took his cloak, rolled it up and struck the water with it. The water divided to the right and to the left, and the two of them crossed over on dry ground.

When they had crossed, Elijah said to Elisha, “Tell me, what can I do for you before I am taken from you?”
“Let me inherit a double portion of your spirit,” Elisha replied.

“You have asked a difficult thing,” Elijah said, “yet if you see me when I am taken from you, it will be yours—otherwise not.”

As they were walking along and talking together, suddenly a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared and separated the two of them, and Elijah went up to heaven in a whirlwind. Elisha saw this and cried out, “My father! My father! The chariots and horsemen of Israel!” And Elisha saw him no more. Then he took hold of his own clothes and tore them apart.

He picked up the cloak that had fallen from Elijah and went back and stood on the bank of the Jordan. Then he took the cloak that had fallen from him and struck the water with it. “Where now is the LORD, the God of Elijah?” he asked. When he struck the water, it divided to the right and to the left, and he crossed over.

The company of the prophets from Jericho, who were watching, said, “The spirit of Elijah is resting on Elisha.” And they went to meet him and bowed to the ground before him. “Look,” they said, “we your servants have fifty able men. Let them go and look for your master. Perhaps the Spirit of the LORD has picked him up and set him down on some mountain or in some valley.”
“No,” Elisha replied, “do not send them.”

But they persisted until he was too ashamed to refuse. So he said, “Send them.” And they sent fifty men, who searched for three days but did not find him. When they returned to Elisha, who was staying in Jericho, he said to them, “Didn’t I tell you not to go?”

Both stories are great stories of encouragement. Our bishop touched upon this in his homily this morning: although we are surrounded by death in this life, we as Christians don’t have to fear death, because it’s not the last thing. In our secular culture death is a taboo, because secular philosophy has no answer to death. God’s answer to death is life, as we can read in the second reading for today, where St. Paul writes that the last enemy Christ has conquered is death. Unlike in the Old Testament we don’t have to be very special people to be raised up to heaven like Elijah was. Everybody who has had a Christian baptism lives in this hope. That is the difference between Elijah and us, I think.

Isn’t God an awesome God? We can walk our path to holiness with confidence in His promises. We know death is not the end. And because we know this secret, nobody can break our spirits. It was the belief of the martyrs who died under the persecution of the Roman Empire, it is the belief of today’s martyrs in countries like North Korea and Saudi Arabia. It’s also our belief which makes us jump into the deep and really live our lives to the max in total freedom. If only more people knew!

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Jesus and Twitter


The gems one finds on Facebook:

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“No I’m not talking about Twitter. I literally want you to follow me.”

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No More Vuvuzelas!


Having suffered the noise of vuvuzelas during World Cup soccer 2010 I can totally relate to this:

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A House Blessing


A small meditation and prayer Last Sunday was the day my house would be blessed. I know most people who read this blog aren’t Catholic, so maybe this is also a good occasion to explain why I have my house blessed. Back in the time when I wasn’t Catholic myself either, I considered people to bless their houses to be superstitious. I thought they did it because they wanted to prevent this way that their house would burn down or flood or avoid burglary and such.

After studying the Catholic faith a bit, I discovered most of my ideas surrounding house blessings were prejudices based on what I thought to be the Catholic faith practice. To a Protestant having objects blessed makes no sense, it looks like magical thinking from the Catholic side. Some people would be extremely careful with blessed objects, almost to the point of handling magical objects. But when you think a bit deeper, things start to make sense. Take the Holy Scriptures for instance: the image of the house is being used many times:

In the Old Testament, Moses builds a tent for God in the desert while the people of Israël wander for forty years. In that tent they keep the Ark of the Covenant and it’s a place of worship. After settling in the Promised Land, David promises to build a house for the Lord and his son Solomon will finish it. In the New Testament Our Lord uses the image of the house to say things about us and our lives. Our bodies are a Temple (House) for the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit wants to dwell in us. God get closer to a person than that. Talking about dwelling places is a major theme in the Scriptures, but at the same time everybody realises that God doesn’t need a tent, a house or even a temple. But God likes to be close to us and we like to have places to go to to worship him.

We still build houses for the Lord. We call them churches nowaday. It’s a place where we gather for the breaking of the bread, just like the first Christians did in the Scriptures. They came together in houses to have fellowship and worship. However, we aren’t people who only show our faith inside churches or temples. We are also called to live our faith outside. During Mass, or better: just before Mass ends this is made very clear when the deacon says or sings “Ite Missa Est”, “This is Mass”. It’s one of the very last things that’s being said during Mass, but it’s said in the present tense. So what follows next, THAT is Mass. At least, that’s how a priest explained it to me. This means that everything that’s important we do after we leave from Mass. Mass service prepares us for it.

What has this to do with a house blessing? I think you can think along the same lines about your own house. A house is a roof above your head, it allows us to eat in peace, to refresh ourselves, to rest, to invite people and all the other things that gives us energy to do what we are called to do. Working in the vineyard of the Lord becomes very complicated, if not impossible if you’re not rested, if you’re hungry, if you’re not at peace. We need our house as much as we need Mass to live our faith. And because I start all of my days in my house, I want to have it blessed, to make a statement everything starts with the Lord.

This goes much deeper than a superstitious protection against bad luck, the devil, fire and what not. Maybe God protects me from that, but I believe he would do that anyway, whether my house is blessed or not. If I want to protect myself against a fire, it would probably a better idea to install a smoke detector and other security measures than having a priest sprinkle everything with a few drops of holy water.

This ‘deep’ reason wasn’t for me the only reason to have my house blessed. Catholics love throwing a party. We just need reasons to do so. It’s a day of a housewarming party, having fun with friends too. That’s why I asked a priest friend to do the blessing instead of my own parish priest. Just to have a good excuse to have him come over here to have a lot of fun. And boy, did we had a blast that day. Maybe I need to invite him again for Epifany so I can have a blessing again. :nungrin:

A friend who was joining in the festivities took some pictures of the ‘event’. I’m walking around with a small bowl filled with holy water and Fr. Roderick has an aspergillum (a small metal container with a sponge in the head) to sprinkle holy water. He says a prayer when we arrive at a certain place that’s dedicated to that place and blesses it with the holy water.

So now all my friends who aren’t Catholic know why we bless our houses. :nunsmile:

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“Someone is more likely to get pregnant from kissing than a paedophile because of celibacy.”


Please don't rape meA while ago, some German friends pointed me to an excellent article in Cicero magazine. It deals with some questions concerning the abuse scandals that’s haunting the Church for quite a while already. As soon as a discussion starts about abuse in the Catholic Church, people are quickly to blame celibacy for it. The people with the toughest stances are usually those with little factual knowledge on either pedophilia and/or celibacy. Therefore I translated the article into Dutch, and my friend Mark used that for his translation into English. Go and read it, it’s an excellent piece!

The Dutch version can be found here, whereas the English version is located here. Both are a translation of the original article in German.

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Beyond Heartbreaking


haitiquake Yesterday, before I went to sleep my eye fell on a post in my twitter feed. It said “According to USGS a 7.0 earthquake hit Haiti“. I never witnessed a real earthquake, so I don’t know what being in an earthquake is. The biggest ones we get are around 3.5 and they are quite rare. They are a result of gas mining and nothing like the big ones people in the Americas have to endure.

I retweeted the tweet and asked my friends on Facebook for prayers. I said a prayer myself and went to bed. I don’t have a TV so I haven’t seen any footage of the Haiti quake. But I get really sad when I hear that the death toll is rising above 100,000 victims.  I can’t help looking up and ask the age-old question: Why?

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