My brothers and sisters, let us acknowledge our
sins… I am writing a weekly commentary on the Mass and how it pertains
to, shapes, our everyday life. So we have now gotten to the penitential rite.
Last week I talked about how in the ritual greeting we express our desire that
the whole body of believers be gathered into a place of grace, love, and
communion, and by extension the whole human race as well.
Now we
acknowledge frankly and freely that we have failed to live this out very well
since the last time we came to Mass. I confess… that I have greatly sinned… in
my thought, words, what I have done, failed to do… through my fault… my very
great fault… pray for me… Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy.
We all know
the drill. Right at the outset of the sacred mysteries of the liturgy, we are
asked by the Church to be humble and simple and admit that we’re not such hot
stuff, not doing such a great job of it. This humility is then the right space
to occupy so as to let God do what He is going to do in the action of the Mass.
It is worth
noting that all of us do this together—the priest is praying the exact same
prayers here as the laity. Sometimes people who don’t like the Church accuse us
of using guilt and shame as tools of control, keeping people down by telling
them what horrible sinners they are. This is pretty far removed from actual
contemporary Catholic culture, although I suppose there may have been some of
that in an earlier era, at least in some places.
But this
ritual expression of sin and our need for mercy is not that, but is a simple
reflection of reality. We are all capable of thinking and saying and doing what
is wrong and not doing what is right, and not just capable of it but guilty of
it to some degree. So why try to hide it?
Living out
the penitential rite in our daily lives would transform the world. I am always
reminded of GK Chesterton’s contribution to an essay contest one of the London
newspapers was having entitled “What’s Wrong With the World?” People could
submit whatever they liked on that topic. GKC’s contribution read as follows:
“Dear Editors: In response to your question ‘What’s Wrong With the World’, I
am. Sincerely…”
Well, that’s
it. I am. We live in a world where finger pointing, shaming, the judgment and
outrage machine is running 24/7. It’s the Republicans’ fault. It’s the
Democrats’ fault. It’s the feminists’ fault. It’s the white man’s fault. On and
on and on it goes. What’s wrong with the world? You! And you, and you, and you…
and I’m just getting started here.
What’s wrong
with the world? I am. I do not love as I should. I do not give as I should. I
am not as wise and prudent, self-controlled and compassionate, just and brave
as I should be. It’s my fault, folks! Lay the blame at the feet of Fr. Denis
Lemieux – I am the problem.
This is
actually a path to great freedom and joy and simplicity of heart. When I no
longer feel the need to defend my every decision as being unimpeachable, when I
no longer need to deflect the blame for the world’s sorry state onto someone
else—anyone else!—when I no longer spend all my energy looking for big enough
stones to throw at whoever the latest poor schmuck is who has been ‘caught in
the act’ of whatever (cf. John 8), but instead just say, “You know, I’m not
perfect, I’ve kind of messed up a lot, and I want to try to do better,” it is
amazing how much more peaceful that is.
This is
really where the Internet in particular fuels truly toxic spiritual attitudes.
There is always someone, somewhere who has just been ‘caught in the act’ of
doing or saying something wrong. Whether it’s some doofus scientist making a
tasteless joke about women in the lab or some TV reporter being snooty to the
person who towed her car or whatever the ‘outrage of the week’ is, there’s
always someone. And once we’ve decided to forego our own personal penitential
rite, we can spend all day and all night chasing after the latest victim, the
scapegoat of the day, pelting them not with stones but with tweets and getting
them fired or whatever.
There is no
end to it. Or rather, the only end to it is to say that I am not perfect, and
to live that out by not being so horribly judgmental and accusatory towards
everyone else. That is what the Church is getting at by starting each Mass with
the penitential rite—let’s all just get down on the same level, which happens
to be reality, that we are all struggling sinners who do not get it right.
And from
that we can rise with Jesus to the action of grace, the action of God pulling
us up from our sins and helping us to live in such a way that we don’t sin any
more. Live in the Spirit, live in His Heart, and so love with His Heart. But
that won’t and cannot happen so long as we are denying our sins and furiously
blaming everyone else for everything else.
What’s wrong
with the world? I am. Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy.
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