Nobody gets my goat like those Catholics.
You know I am a Catholic, right?
I suppose I take some liberties with the word. I have said before I consider myself a Catholic, but I am certain there are Catholics out there who would beg to differ - they would say I have no right to call myself a Catholic.
One of the suburbs outside Chicago has a local Catholic church threatening to picket and protest if a new IVF clinic is approved for construction. No need to link to the story - same old bullshit we have heard before: commoditized children. A product, not a life.
Clearly these Catholic fools have spent no time actually talking to an infertile family. The word Product implies it is easy to obtain. 'Yes, please sign me up for one baby. To go.'
I am here to speak for the Catholic Church. The one that I belong to; where I consider myself a part of a larger group, reporting up to God who is bigger than the triviality of this post, but here it is anyhow.
I spent many years outside the Catholic Church. Later as an adult I fell in with a non denominational Christian church. I got rather geeked up on God. I attended group bible studies where God was actually something I wanted to learn. I grew. I voiced my challenges and settled them with the support of some profoundly brilliant women. It was a cool time.
No excuses, but then my baby died. My life was a giant mess. I would have told God to stick it, but I just didn't care enough to make the effort. Plus, didn't he know that was what I thought anyhow?
Time passed and I wanted to rebuild the relationship. I church shopped. For years. I did the whole range. Unitarian to Methodist to Presbyterian to Episcopalian. More non denominational Christian. United Church of Christ. More Episcopalian. I never once considered returning to the Catholic Church. A story for another time.
Then God got involved. Made me share an office with a Catholic at work.
I was in the trenches trying to have Baby Jay. I sure didn't need some snot Catholic coming down on me about my marginalization of life. Damn if she wasn't my boss too. More horror. I had to come clean on the IVF since I was going to miss a lot of work.
Next thing I know, I am learning about God again. And I am interested. Huh. This Catholic is an ally. She helps me renew my relationship with God. Pretty heavy.
I talk with Rocco and we decide to open the evaluation up to the Catholics again. One small issue - they "hate" IVF. This late entry dark horse of the Catholic Church happened right about the time that the Church came out and said the Nobel Prize awarded to Dr. Edwards, pioneer in IVF, was "misguided".
I call the priest. Make the appointment. I am prepared to duke it out with him - what exactly is wrong with my family. Please help me understand what misguided means cause it is making my blood boil.
You know what he said?
Nothing is wrong.
He asked what is there not to like about a mother willing to pursue her family with such devotion? He asked me to tell him what part of my story Jesus wouldn't like.
It isn't often I get to speak for Jesus. Especially to a priest.
I think Catholic is a label only if you make it one. So yes, Catholics make me really mad, but I am one.