It’s hard to know what to do with myself on Sundays. Having grown up in the church, Sundays are supposed to be for church. Even more so having grown up Catholic, because God gets mad at you if you’re Catholic and don’t go to Mass on Sunday.
But for the last five or six years, I have felt homeless on Sunday mornings, even when I’ve been in church. What is the point of going to church? It’s like trying to get blood out of a turnip. Yes, I do sometimes hear helpful things, but there’s nowhere I can SETTLE, because there’s always some way I don’t fit in, wherever I go. I’m too theologically liberal for the social conservatives and too socially conservative for the theological liberals. My Christology is too low for Christians who are pro-life, and my pro -life stance is too strong for Christians with a low Christology. (Yes, I read a lot!)
So where does that leave me? Homeless on Sunday mornings, and spiritually homeless all the time. If I could be a “cafeteria Christian,” I wouldn’t have a problem. But I am my father’s daughter. I tend to see things in sharp contrast, rather than on a continuum. My world does not have shades of gray, so I am unwilling to compromise either my theological liberalism or the high value I place on all human life.
I have two hopes. One is Jesus, who didn’t ask anyone to recite a creed before issuing invitations to follow him. He issued that invitation to folks ranging from blustery Peter to cautious Thomas to the extravagant woman who spilled ointment on his feet. He told the criminal dying beside him, “This day you will be with me in paradise.” That truth-teller, who acknowledged that he was getting what he deserved, had said only, “Jesus remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Not even baptized! Imagine!
My other hope is that I will find a community that embodies Jesus’ warm hospitality of spirit. I yearn for a community that will mediate between me and the uncompromising statements of the creed, a community that will embody Catholicism or some other version of Christianity in such a way that I will be able to say “yes” to it with integrity.
Until then, I must remain homeless on Sunday mornings.