Essay Confessions of a Catholic feminist
By SUE BIRNIE
In my church, women cannot be ordained. They cannot hear
confessions, anoint the sick or vote at synods. Birth control is officially
condemned and divorce disdained. Many say there is no place in the Roman
Catholic monolith for young, free-spirited females. I disagree. In fact, as a
young, free-spirited female, I studied religion after religion and converted to
Catholicism. It was the best decision I ever made.
I havent always been religious. Baptized Anglican at age 4,
I was schooled in the faith of Henry VIII and accepted Queen Elizabeth II as
head of my church. As a teenager, however, I dyed my hair, smoked too much,
boozed in suburban parks and one night over dinner announced I was an atheist.
My parents sighed, told me God still loves lunatics but concluded there was
nothing they could do.
Headstrong and wild, I caroused my way toward high school
graduation and expected nothing to change at the university. I was wrong. Like
most students, I matured during the transition to higher education and,
studying at McGill University in Montreal and living on my own, found my stance
toward God melt from defiant rejection to ambivalent confusion to, finally, a
grudging acceptance.
Allowing months to pass while God and I became reacquainted, I
celebrated my 20th birthday before crossing the threshold of a church. I
admitted defeat. So, Im not calling all the shots.
Wont my parents be pleased? Well, no, actually. I
didnt tell them. Didnt for years. Not while attending Sunday
services at the Anglican Cathedral on Ste. Catherines Street and leaving
empty. Not while learning the words to la messe at Marie, Reine du
Monde, Montreals shrunk-down version of St. Peters Basilica. Not
while working in Taipei, Taiwan, and basking in the sandalwood smoke of
neighborhood temples. And not while traveling through Thailand and witnessing
the Thai express their faith with every breath.
I came to understand that faith involves more than stained glass
windows, sermons and (now) secularized holidays; faith is a way of life, and
everyone who chooses to worship the Divine should choose the tradition that
best suits her or him. And I like tradition. So it came as no surprise to my
close friends when I decided to become Catholic.
Now, try to imagine a scenario: Youre a 23-year-old feminist
who has just moved to Victoria to study fine arts at a very liberal university.
What better a time to join the Holy Roman Empire, right?
I thought so. Many others, however, did not. You know, most
people our age are running from the Catholic church -- not joining it, a
perplexed classmate mused last December. Another quizzed, You mean you
werent born this way? Did they draft you?
Some of the questions made me laugh. Others made me frown. No, my
priest didnt sponsor a recruitment drive. No, Im not a cradle
Catholic and, besides, no one is born Catholic -- or Christian for that matter.
How can you be baptized in utero? And: Yeah, I know about running. I know the
church isnt perfect. But its home.
My parents said little. I suspect they worried about brainwashing.
Saturday morning phone calls became tense as I spoke openly about burgeoning
friendships with other Catholic students and involvement with my parish. I used
Catholic lingo. I told them about www.vatican.va.
At Christmas 1999, when I flew back East to visit, my mother cut
short a Sunday breakfast by sniffing, Your father and I are going to our
church. Whens your service? The house split down the middle:
Orangemen on the left, papists on the right. I returned to Victoria in January
with much on my mind.
Familial concerns aside, I went ahead with my plans and, last
Easter, had my forehead crisscrossed with oil and received the certificate; for
better or worse, I was Catholic. The universal passport, a Catholic
friend said of my paperwork. Valid everywhere. Here and beyond.
Sounds good. But what does it really mean? Along with my
Anglican-ness, did I sign away free will and commit to a life of
guilt and novenas? Am I doomed to despondent celibacy and patriarchal
subjugation?
Of course not.
The Middle Ages are over, after all. Being Catholic in 2000
isnt a burden or something to drink about. Naturally, as a Christian, I
accept that I live in the shadow of the cross and that this privilege brings
with it certain responsibilities. Like Christ, I am to speak for those who
cant, defend the rights of those with none and make the day a little
easier for whomever I can.
I dont always do it perfectly. Sometimes I falter and
dont do it at all. Still, with death is resurrection, and God always
gives second chances. And third chances. And so on.
Do I support the bans on female ordination and birth control? No.
Do I like that these rules often push women to lesser roles in the church and
society? No. Nevertheless, I understand the difference between Gods will
and man-made laws and know that women and men are equal.
The Catholic church is a 2000-year-old institution; it would be
naïve to think it could change overnight. Fortunately, the churchs
position with regard to women and womens position within the church have
rocketed forward since 1962s Second Vatican Council and continue to
evolve. Women in Canada have legally been persons only since 1929;
perhaps in the near future, women will assume the roles they deserve within
Vatican hierarchy.
Of course, none of this fully clarifies my love for the Catholic
church and why I converted. Attempting to explain to a classmate, I rambled
about Christ, his crucifixion and how, before he was executed, he handed over
the reins to the apostle Peter, the eventual first bishop of Rome, saying,
On this rock, I will build my community (Matthew 16:18).
Thirty-three or so generations later, I became Catholic, and my
Christian heritage secured a foundation. The right foundation. For me.
Sue Birnie is a student at the University of Victoria. Her
essay first appeared in Third Space, a feminist student publication on
campus, in response to an article that argued the incompatibility of feminism
and Catholicism.
National Catholic Reporter, February 2,
2001
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