Called in sick to CCD for tomorrow. Should have done it last week.
Some days, I wonder whether I should have just done that from the start and backed away over the summer.
The past several months have done a number on my Catholic faith. Maybe some of it is just physical and emotional exhaustion; I know much of it is realizing that my parish is a MAGA breeding ground that makes me wonder whether being lowercase-o orthodox requires my becoming a heartless, hellfire-preaching, conspiracy-theorizing political nincompoop. I’ve grown deeply uncomfortable with the Baltimore Cathechism brand of Roman fundamentalism there that is growing outright (and outwardly) contemptuous of the present pope.
I’ve spent a few years trying to reconcile my social libertarian tendencies, economic progressive beliefs, and social justice sympathies with my conservative inclinations (e.g., being pro-life [with allowances for circumstances such as rape or incest], attempting to be more observant in uppercase-C Church practices). I’ve been failing miserably, especially in recent months. But I keep thinking there has got to be a place for me in the Big Tent, somewhere between the New Agey Franciscans and the scary Opus Dei types.
Sometimes I wonder whether I should have just remained Anglican.