The social setting in
which I grew up didn’t encourage religion. We were all working class folk where dog racing, football and weekend beer instead of Church were the way of
life. My elder brother and his best pal were among the very first skinheads in our
town, and that fashion was taken up later by both me and my younger brother (not
the lifestyle: drinking and its associated violence had sadly played a large
part in the disruption of families in our social circle). I was more
disengaged from the lifestyle than my brothers, but that didn’t stop me being
worldly enough to get tattooed, buy a motorcycle, enjoy a smoke or have a beer
or two.
I converted to The Faith at 20 years
old, partly because I had seen the damage the atheistic lifestyle (and attitude) did to families and
persons, but also because I had looked to Catholic priesthood as my path in
life from about the age of 8, having seen The Song of Bernadette and fallen in
love with ‘the lady of Lourdes’. At the time my family advised me to be an Anglican/Episcopalian,
“because then you can get married as well”, but my response was always “No; I
want to be a proper priest” –it just seemed to me that if Henry VIII had
started his own Church it couldn’t be Christ’s Church, and I knew “Catholics
have been around forever”. But I wasn’t a Catholic, so being a Catholic priest
was not a possibility, it seemed. At any rate in my teens other things got in
the way. There was a girlfriend or two, and the great, happy experience of a
Juvenile marching band (see here).
I took instruction in The Faith when I
was 20 because my mother had booked us onto a pilgrimage to Lourdes and if I
was going to Lourdes, I was going as a Catholic. The priest who instructed me
used “Drinkwater’s Abbreviated Catechism with explanations”, an expansion of
the old ‘Penny Catechism’ (akin to the Baltimore Catechism). When I asked
Father to explain the Trinity a bit more he annoyed me by patting my head and
saying ‘accept it on faith’. Me being me, that didn’t satisfy and I went off to
the local Catholic bookstore where I bought F J Sheed’s “Theology and Sanity”;
Ott’s “Fundamentals of Catholic Dogma” and Philip Hughes’ “A Popular History of
the Catholic Church”. The correlation between all these books fed me well, and
I simply found myself living with the ancient Faith. I had discovered the Sacred
Tradition quite by accident, and even accompanied a lady from the parish to
some SSPX TLMs so as to experience ‘the old Mass’.
Still, adherence to Rome was important to me, so it was to the local
Seminary that I applied. Once there I was told that although I was
an older entrant I could not have a shortened course because I was “too narrow
and needed to be opened up”.
The seminary had some
sound professors but I was aware of an unhealthy fascination with Vatican II, so
that anything from before 1965 was viewed rather negatively; we were even to be
ashamed of our ‘imperialistic’ missionary work. But it was the emphasis on
replacing ‘clericalism’ with ‘pal-priests’ and replacing Canon Law with
‘pastoral care’ that did me the most damage: I could filter out the errors in
what we were taught, but ordained as a ‘pal priest’ under the banner of ‘God
loves us just as we are’ gave concupiscence a free hand, allowing me to ditch the
clerical collar in favour of my biking gear even when doing pastoral work. It
also disabled me in both seeking and promoting holiness of life.
To be honest, my ‘biker’ gear caused
me some problems as a priest. The locals saw me as ‘just one of the lads’
(presuming I was ‘into’ all that the ‘lads’ were ‘into’). I celebrated liturgy
as reverently as I could, and I preached The Faith as it has been handed down,
but I held to the 'God loves us as we are' idea which meant I frequently failed to challenge folk in 'irregular' lifestyles. Thus there was an incongruity about me that destroyed my inner
peace (external peace was lacking too, since on the basis of my liturgy and preaching some accused me of being ‘pre-Vatican
II’ and were less than supportive, though I must say all of my Bishops have been excellent
with me; I can truly see each one as a Father to me). Still, disturbed by my
incongruity I requested and was granted a sabbatical period to return to my
previous profession for a year. On my return to ministry I was given the
opportunity to celebrate the TLM for a priest friend going on holiday, and I
suddenly rediscovered what I was about. That brought inner peace,
but wasn't always welcomed by priests and parishioners, who are often unwelcoming
of anything that is even remotely ‘pre-Vatican II’.
I couldn’t discover my integrity in
the Novus Ordo because when one is facing the people and taught to engage with
the people, one unavoidably becomes a bit of a performer, focusing on the
people and the here and now, rather than on God and the eternal. Celebrating
the TLM stopped me in my tracks: this was how the ancient saints celebrated -how
can I be seen around in my biking gear, be careless with my conversation then
come in and offer the Mass as it has been handed down to us by the great
saints? How could I offer the Sacrifice of the Mass and be making little or no
sacrifice of myself in daily life? I rediscovered my Traditionalism and
returned to the wearing of the clerical collar for my pastoral work.
I remain ‘Traditionally’ Catholic
because I see where the alternative leads us by subconscious submission to concupiscence.
Indeed the person-centred attitude in the Church of today is dancing to the
tune of concupiscence and bringing souls of pastors and people alike to the
brink of destruction. I am deeply concerned by this because the people of God
are being led astray, which is not countered by pastors who have been fooled by
the false light of the person-centred Gospel. Thus they support homosexual
pairings, cohabitation, contraception et
al, as though these are alternatives within the Gospel rather than alternatives to the Gospel. I believe that too many have
erred and unconsciously swapped spirituality for psychology; swapped Christ for
Carl Rogers; swapped the understanding of human nature passed on by the saints
for the theories of Freud, Jung, Klein et
al., which is why they fail to speak up clearly, consistently and publicly for
human life and natural marriage in all its facets. Fundamentally, the ‘do not
judge’ of the Gospel has been wrongly equated by them with the non-judgementalism
of the therapeutic world, yet they are entirely different: the Gospel requires us to judge acts and attitudes for the
sake of souls (cf.Jn.7v24; Matt.18v15-17; Jas.5v20; Gal.6v1; 2.Tim.4v2); the
therapeutic world repudiates such judgement.
We must pray for our priests (of both
presbyteral and episcopal rank) and for the Synod, that they may rediscover Gospel
Truth. All have been shaped by the psychological theories of the 1950’s and 60’s
and cannot see their errors simply because these
are not errors when viewed through their kind of ‘formation’ –which has also affected the priests who
trained under them. I still believe today what I first argued in a philosophy
assignment in seminary: ‘our real battle is not with Galileo and the physical
sciences but with psychology’; with those psychological therapies which are
inherently “person-centred”; therapies which seek to make the person free from
“external oughts and shoulds” (such as the Ten Commandments) and which locate
our negative behaviours in past experiences rather than in original sin. I do
not want to say that there is no truth in these therapies; I honestly think
they have some merit. But they are not the whole truth, and they miss the Core Truth of sin and
redemption. As Catholics, we have the task of restoring that understanding
to the world –after we have restored it to the Church. I hope the forthcoming Synod
puts us on that path.