This week's post is something I've been working on for awhile. It could fit anywhere, but with so much discussion recently about Catholics and what we believe, and the particular focus on women in the church, I'm taking the liberty of posting this now, even though it continues to be a work in progress as I wrestle with being a faithful female Catholic.
Come on, Catholic sisters, think for a moment with me. When did you first realize that there was a limit to what you would be able to achieve within the church? Did it strike you as just part of the whole Catholic package: two fast days, seven sacraments, unmarried clergy, and tradition, tradition, tradition? Or did it really piss you off?
Guess which option I chose.
I guess I knew, on some level, for some time, that women had a particular role in the hierarchy of the Church, but it didn't become crystal clear until I was preparing for confirmation. I remember my middle school years fondly, and I learned so much about myself, and life, the universe, and everything. Yep, read those
books during that time. A lot of the questions I would wrestle with well into adulthood were formed during the year leading up to my confirmation, and the budding Catholic feminist began to emerge as well.
Picture it: 1978, Huntsville,
Alabama. My confirmation class had the opportunity to
ask our parish priest questions, and since our church was in the process of
prohibiting girls from being altar servers, we figured this was a golden
opportunity to ask why. I will never
forget the answer, though I can’t even remember the priest’s name (let’s call
him “Fr. Joseph”):
Why
can’t we have altar girls?
Well, being an altar server can be a
step to the priesthood.
So
why can’t women be priests?
Insert appropriate look of pity and
condescending tone here. I truly believe
that “Fr. Joseph” felt he was giving us an “enlightened” answer: “Girls, men are not as morally strong as
women. Seeing a woman on the altar as a
priest might cause many men to have impure thoughts, which could lead them to
sin. It’s best not to have that
temptation there.” And I remember him laughing, with a "what are you going to do" gesture; he may have even thrown up his hands in mock surrender.
So this “Fr. Joseph” assumed:
- No man
could resist sexual thoughts about a woman, clothed head to toe in a
shapeless robe, proclaiming the Gospel, delivering homilies, and
consecrating the Eucharist.
- Women
NEVER have impure thoughts about male priests, not even the young, hot, sexy ones. He obviously wasn't reading The Thorn Birds, though some of us girls certainly were.
- This
explanation would make us feel BETTER about being women in the church.
I remember that day being a turning point in my thinking
about the church. Even though our
confirmation teacher tried to soften what the priest had said (something about
tradition and being a man, so what did we expect?), I had made up my mind about
my future in the church:
- I
would be confirmed because it would make my mother happy.
- Once I
was officially an adult in the church, I would make my own decisions about
whether or not I would continue to go.
Okay, I stuck it out through high school, but it was totally up to
me by college.
- I
would never, ever take what a priest said as unquestioned truth ever
again.
- Being
Catholic was no longer a given for me.
I did go through confirmation, and I have remained a Catholic, but this memory has never left me. How, and why I stayed: stay tuned!