Dear Person Writing a Letter on Behalf of Everyone

Dear Person Writing a Letter on Behalf of Everyone,

Thank you for appointing yourself to write on behalf of all who encompass your demographic. You have truly dismantled the diversity the world claims to long for by homogenizing absolutely everyone, both those for whom you are writing and the people to whom your letter is addressed.

While I confess that I believe your tactic to be so incredibly overused in our media age I can’t argue with your results. You are certainly in good company. History is full of people who discovered that homogenizing a group of people is the first step to fostering a sincere hatred for that group. Look at the Nazis, for example. If you scapegoat the Jews for economic problems not only does it unite your demographic with feelings of superiority, it frees up your time because instead of ever actually having to meet a Jewish person and interact with them you can instead trust the opinions of your news media and your peers and decline to interact with them at all. After all, why should you? Educated people like us know that the members of any given demographic are absolutely the same, so it naturally follows that if you know one you know them all. Those who think differently are clearly not as enlightened as we are and I feel sorry for them because they don’t understand we can’t let anything get in the way of us and whichever cause we have valiantly chosen to represent, not even pesky things like the truth.

In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that humanity is actually meant to be united and that if we let these humans interact on an individual level we run the risk of them discovering a shared humanity or even, God forbid, that they have more similarities than differences. However, if they are allowed to develop a fundamental respect for each other as human beings created by God, our cause is absolutely lost. This is unacceptable and I thank you for working so diligently to put a stop to it. I too shudder to think what would happen if we spent time fostering human community instead of toting our Facebook pages behind non-descript and vaguely hostile causes like ours with our impassioned demands for progress.

If only everyone would conform to our vision, we spend so much time trying to showcase our intellectual prowess through the written word and still they doubt. Fortunately, I’ve found an incredible defense for  work like ours. When people ask you for things like facts free from bias, question why they are being told to hate others in the name of narrative, or even have the audacity to be offended at the words we put into their mouths without consulting them, simply play the victim and tout your innocence for all to hear. Smother your sentences with the language of relativism. We may not be able to prove we are right but by that same token who are they to think they can prove us wrong? If defaming their character by calling them things like ignorant, offensive, behind the times, Christian, or hateful doesn’t work, defiantly insist that you were simply making a stand in order to “get them to think” and accuse them of hindering progress because they refuse to leave their “comfort zones.”If they ask you exactly what progress they were hindering or what we hope to progress towards end the conversation immediately. Such a question reeks of logic and logic could be the string that unravels the whole tapestry of mutual hatred we work so hard to weave. Those traditionalists who cling to their ideals of universal love and brotherhood make me laugh. I prefer the exciting modern world today where there are entire internet comment sections devoted to nothing but name calling and accusation. It brings a tear to my eye to see those individuals putting their free public education to such good use, even if the grammar is sub-par.

I salute you for your bravery anonymous mystery writer and I thank you for giving us all the same voice.


All Catholic Muses



So we seem to live in an age where you can’t escape the word oppression.

Whoever has the power oppresses whoever does not have the power.

But we do the word a disservice. There is true oppression in this world. People who lose their lives at the hands of brutal regimes comes to my mind as an acceptable example.

However, in America we seem to get a smug satisfaction from labeling anything that remotely resembles authority or tradition as oppressive.

For example, I’m told by people who don’t practice my faith that it is oppressive to my gender. And that takes brass. Because I can’t imagine being that presumptuous when your authority on the matter is sheer public opinion. I don’t care if your professor told you in class or you spent ten seconds reading a news headline that actually claimed to have evidence to that effect.

I’ve never had a bishop slap birth control out of my hand. I’ve never had a priest exclude me from a theological discussion because my weak feminine mind wasn’t strong enough to grasp it. No, I’ve had a very positive experience of the church, and I’ve been very blessed by the various parishes I’ve attended over the years. But what do I know? I have only struggled to authentically live my faith since I reached the age of reason. Obviously my opinion would have less weight than an agnostic materialist with a Facebook page who likes to snark on every article that contains a trending buzzword. That makes perfect sense…

But I get it, I really do. You’re afraid of what my church represents. A voice of truth, reason, and love in an age of hedonistic, self-centered, materialism. An institution that is so confident in its message that it will not bend in the face of atheistic relativism. In short, it tells you what you don’t want to hear and you have to fight hard to deny it, not because it’s false, but so you can live the life you want to live.

Because in the worldly world which we live in, there’s a prevailing notion that success means the ultimate indulgence. You answer to no one. You do what you want when you want. I had an atheist yesterday tell me that he has never subjected himself to authority.

But he lied to me. Perhaps because he is lying to himself. Because he did not realize that our disagreement occurred precisely because we submit to opposite authorities. He only submits to himself and people who agree with him. I submit to God, because He is truth, and unlike man (and I include myself in that term, using it to mean the human race) He is incapable of lying, it would go against His very essence.

This particular atheist has not rejected all authority, rather he has declared himself as the supreme authority. Which is short sighted at best, I don’t want to think about what it will be at its worst.

Because the truth is I don’t want to serve myself as supreme. I know myself. And even at my best I am so incomplete. And from this incompleteness it is easy for me to see that there is much I don’t know. And no pity please, my self-esteem is just fine. There’s an art to not knowing, to accepting that there are mysteries I can’t yet comprehend. That there is something greater, more infinite to the universe than just me and my understanding. And as much as this atheist would condescendingly laugh at me, saying that the art of not knowing explains my Catholicism, I actually feel sorry for this guy, because in his pride and his perfect assurance of himself, he is missing what he is ultimately seeking. God would hand it to him right now, if he would only be brave enough to venture into the unknown, to seek the truth he claims to ultimately desire. But instead he stays on the safe shores of his pride, because the horrible thing I recognized while engaging with this man, and with so many like him, is that it’s not truth he’s after, only truth’s shallow imitation: ego gratification in the realm of human intellect.

And that is why I’m simply no longer on a quest to find myself. It takes me back to that same shallow pool when I could be in the ocean. I get bored and overwhelmed with my own limitations. Because I recognized a long time ago that my soul is restless, and I finally had to admit that my entire being is on a quest to find the ultimate satisfaction, true completeness, and that turned out to be God. All wisdom, all knowledge, all power, all glory, but most of all, all love. Perfect love, that just happens to contain all things within it. And I defer to the authority of the church not only because it is guided by the Holy Spirit, but because the traditions handed down by it are from people who have walked down the path of love and found it. Not just a piece of it, but love Himself.

How can the ultimate freedom of this love ever be interpreted as oppression? Wouldn’t it be more oppressive to confine oneself to oneself alone? That is the very definition of hell in my mind.

Because regardless of what you personally believe, the truth is not a relative thing. This atheist and I can’t both be right, there is no compromise.

God exists, or He doesn’t.

And you will have to choose the truth you live. And be careful when you do, because these decisions have eternal consequences.