I know, Ian. I saw it before you saw it. And I bet you think you are right, and are going to convince me away from my point of view!Ian wrote:I see echoes of marriage disputes here Bill.

The difference between me and the next person, Ian, is I will not be a hypocrite. Understand now on this Catholic debate that I've had 7 years of parochial school and 5 years of being an altar boy (sometimes serving Mass 7 days a week when I was on the rotation). I also had nuns and priests whom I got quite close with. I know what the rules are, Ian. I choose not to agree with some of them. I not only do not follow the rules about birth control, but I disagree with The Church teaching them in the first place - particularly when early and repeated pregnancies enslave 3rd world believers into a life of poverty. And then their offspring want to cross the border and overpopulate MY turf. No thank you! I also believe in the right to choose. And I am for stem cell research (although I don't think the government needs to pay for it). I already bloodied my forehead with nuns - at a very, very early age - over arguments about evolution and such. These are fundamental beliefs and teachings of The Church that I disagree with, Ian. However, I understand why The Catholic Church has those beliefs. I can put myself in their shoes and see the heart that teaches and believes these things. I respect their right to have these beliefs, and I admire people who abide by them. I don't think they are f***ed up; I just happen to disagree and will voice my opinion.
Take speeding, Ian. I break the law. Repeatedly. Whenever it suits me. In Germany, driving as fast as I do is just fine under the right conditions. In this country, people happen to be more risk averse, and less into personal responsibility. And we have this certain blame-oriented sector of our population that wants to feed a weasel lawyer every time they stub their toe. When it comes to driving, we live in a damn nanny state and our laws go so far that I wonder sometimes if they will follow me into the rest stop and hold my pecker for me. Some things I agree with, and think the laws should be more severe. I never, ever drive with ANY alcohol in my system. Never. Period. I figure if I want to drive fast and live by the rules of Bill, that I will abide by a disciplined code - one that I can live with and will allow me to go to sleep at night.
When I was younger, Ian, I was a bit more like you. Whenever I got caught, I was angry at the policeman. I was angry at the judge. They were all wrong. I would rationalize my "rightness" in my head until I had not only convinced myself of it, but would be a boor and try to convince others as well. It must have been tiresome to be around... Then one day... Mical Kupke was talking to me about a failed relationship. I was hurting, and expressing that hurt by talking trash about the woman who had done me wrong. Mical said "You know, Bill, sometimes I think you should just stop, and say 'I f***ed up!'" It was an emotional intelligence moment of truth for me. That little seed crystal has helped me a lot as a person, and is helping a lot as I am trying to raise two boys.
So the way I see it, I am breaking the law. I KNOW I am breaking the law. I disagree with the damn thing and think the people who made the law were wrong. But I choose to disobey it, and I know I am "wrong" for doing so. Martin Luther King, in speaking of civil disobedience, said that one very important thing we must remember along the way is that we must be prepared to suffer ALL the consequences of our disobedient actions. Maybe our cause is just, but our actions were intentionally reprehensible. When caught, we must accept our transgression and suffer the punishment.
So whenever I am caught, I pull over. I let the policeman tell me what I did. I listen. I look him in the eye. I admit nothing (very smart...) but I LISTEN to what he is telling me. I am polite. I respect him for what he is doing, because it is his job. And you know what? Two times out of three, I get off. I am yelled at, and then they let me go. Last time I was driving to the airport at 90 mph and was caught. He let me go, because he could see there wasn't an ounce of bullschit in my soul. And when I am given a ticket, I go to court. I plead "no plea", tell what happened, and throw myself on the mercy of the court. Last time it happened, they sent me to traffic school. I've done that a few times, mind you...


I am happy with my spiritual beliefs, Ian. I don't need to call myself a Catholic, and don't need the approval of The Catholic Church. I don't need the approval of my friends, family, or professionals around me when it comes to my spiritual beliefs. And it really rubs me the wrong way when I see others who say one thing and do another. I can respect you disagreeing with me, but I cannot respect the chasm between the say/do for whatever reason folks feel like they need to do that. And when/if I ever face The Big Guy on judgement day (if he does indeed exist), I will throw myself on the mercy of The Court and accept my fate.
Off of soap box.
- Bill