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Will my religion matter when I die? This is a question I’m asking myself now I have faced the fact that there’s a lot more time behind me than ahead and heartened by the couple of generations of laity behind me who are taking an active part in the Australian Plenary Council.
I’ve been a Catholic since I was thirty two days old. My religion, like my family name was passed down to me by my parents. Following a centuries-old catholic tradition they took me to Saint Patrick’s cathedral where prayers were said, a priest poured water over my unsuspecting head of black hair, mum and dad promised to bring me up as a good Catholic and, for better or worse, I too was now a catholic. I have a certificate to prove it.
I was in my thirties before I began to question the rules, restrictions and outdated practices that bound me into my religion. I couldn’t understand why theology was the province of the clergy and practices such as contemplative prayer belonged in monasteries and convents. I began exploring my Catholic spirituality, a spirituality that seemed to have been swallowed up into words and pious practices promulgated by an overwhelmingly male leadership.
Religion without spirituality ends up being a long list of do’s and don’ts focused on areas where order and control are achievable– like finance, clothing, buildings, roles, offices and regulations that hide behind “this is the way we have always done it “. As outspoken catholic priest Fr Bob Maguire said, “Religion will kill you on its own. Spirituality on its own will lead you up the garden path. You’ve got to have them together.”
Many people in my age group no longer trust, or even want answers from religious leadership. We’re the women and men who for a few years in the 1990s thought that the Church of our Baptism was listening to the way we lived our faith and our yearning for a relevant spirituality. We began to experience what it felt like to belong to a vibrant community, before the heavy hand of Rome stepped in. Church went back to them and us. The sexual abuse scandals surfaced at much the same time and the damage that did will take a long time to heal. It may never have happened if religious leadership in the Catholic Church had been open to women.
Not long ago I stood in the little side chapel where I had been baptised and wondered how and why that long-ago day has marked my life. I have been tempted to experiment with another brand of Christianity, one with better music or a more open approach to divorced people, a church that welcomes a woman as priest or pastor or minister, a church where a women’s viewpoint is respected and their skills appreciated.
Somehow I always return to the basic fact that my way to God, my spirituality, is to be found in the Catholic tradition – but I’ve given myself permission to colour outside the lines. I’ve had to unlearn a great deal about religion, catholicity in particular, and discovered insights that were new to me. And I’ve come to appreciate that all religions have a common goal: to reveal God’s presence in all of us. For now, that might just be the answer to my question.
In the wake of Covid a lot of attention is being paid to issues like women’s rights, family violence, aboriginal rights, political failures in basic morality and so on, all worthy of time, money, attention. Running parallel with all this is planning for the Fifth Plenary Council of Australia, due to begin this Sunday. Covid hasn’t stopped top level sport and it’s not going to stop this long-planned Catholic talk-fest either. Whether now is the time for football, or discerning the future of the Catholic Church in Australia, is problematic.
The last Plenary Council was held in the year of my birth and Baptism. Just as my baby pictures no longer bear any resemblance to what I see in the mirror today, neither does today’s Catholicity. A few months ago I wrote Catholic in the religion section of the census form but I’m not sure that where I sit, out on the edge and a long way from the Catholic centre, actually makes me a ‘good’ Catholic.
Out on the edge of things, far away from the years of preparation that Catholic women and men have been putting into this Plenary Council, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about God and my Catholic beliefs. What I am going to write next is probably heretical, but here goes – is God a catholic?
I’m not even going to try to open up that can of religious worms right now – if ever, but I hope to talk more about it in the coming weeks. Over lockdown I’ve ever so slowly been putting into words what I understand, and sometimes just sense, about God and Jesus and the practices and beliefs that have been gathered into Christianity. I’m still only half-way through what I plan to write, and already onto the third draft as I struggle with the depths of meaning in church words that I thought I understood.
I’ve s-l-o-w read books and articles by reputable theologians that have challenged my understanding of life-long, taken-for-granted religious beliefs. I’ve come to the conclusion that my post-Vatican 2 theology is possibly a little worn and dated, so this week Australia Post has dropped a parcel of books at the front door. They are all-Australian, authors and publisher (Coventry Press) alike.
New Wineskins : Eucharist in Today’s Context by Frank O’Loughlin
Broken for You : Jesus Christ, the Catholic Priesthood and the Word of God by Francis J. Moloney
Call No One Father ; Countering Clericalism in the Catholic Tradition by Berise Heasly
Dawn to Dusk : Towards a Spirituality of Ageing by Noel Mansfield MSC
No Greater Love : The Human Experience of God by Brian Gallagher MSC
They are not long books and I will read them with a highlighter in hand and an attitude that might be called ‘deep reading’, listening for the voice of God in the world we live in. Which I believe is also the task facing the members of the fifth Australian Plenary Council.