After my last post on church politics, I did a lot of soul searching and came to the conclusion that I would take a short hiatus from Catholicism and religion. I’m too confused at this point by everything that has been going on in the Church and I need sometime to think things over before I come back. That does not mean, however, that I will stop posting about my religious convictions and my life. In fact, I will continue to post about that here and on another blog that I have started earlier today that may not be as interesting because the topics are more secular. Please comment if you would like the address; otherwise, you can continue to read here.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how little we manage to experience our lives if we only live them through religious lenses. Religion is important, no doubt about that, but there is more to life than constant Mass attendance and reading the Lives of the Saints or the Liturgical Year day after day and month after month. Sometimes, it’s useful for us to read secular literature and secular authors as well. If nothing else, we will learn something about ourselves in the process. After all, that is what great literature is supposed to do.
I understand, however, that there are certain people out there who believe that reading certain “scandalous” books can be a problem for those that are easily scandalized. That’s understandable, but even such books can be great art. I remember that when I read D. H. Lawrence’s classic, “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” for the first time, I wasn’t at all shocked by the graphic sex scenes. In fact, I found it to be very well written up and true to experience. The point is that art sometimes has to imitate art whether we like it or not.
There are times, too, when reading can be something dangerous and we should be able to think for ourselves about whether or not what we are reading is dangerous to our souls. After all, the Index of Forbidden Books no longer exists and the Vatican as well as various bishops do not place Imprimaturs in the books that come off the press. We need to be informed about what we read and we need to make judgments based on what we can learn from the books that we hold in our hands.
For example, I have been reading a series of novels by the famous American Jewish writer Philip Roth. Do I find Roth to be offensive sometimes and even obscene? Of course, I do. But these thoughts do not detract for the greatness of the satire that he has been able to compose for so long. In fact, his writing is not so much about our sexual mores or lack thereof, but about people and what makes those people tick. Even if he is derisive of religion, his books also show to what extent religion can be turned on its head and become something that only attracts fanatics.
Anyway, I hope that every one of you has a blessed New Year. I will write again in January.