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Viewpoint Like knocking on a stones front door
In recent issues of NCR (Jan. 26 and Feb. 2), two young
Catholic women, Kerry Egan and Sue Birnie, wrote essays about the choice to
call the Catholic church home, despite the contradictions of church
teachings and their feminist beliefs. Editor Tom Roberts invited readers to
react to the essays and share their own stories. Mary Alyce Pearson responded
to that call with the following essay. Also included on these pages are some of
the other responses NCR received.
By MARY ALYCE PEARSON
Ive appreciated the articles
of Sue Birnie and Kerry Egan, young women who disagree with the churchs
stance toward women yet find their spiritual home within it. Im at the
other end of the age spectrum. At 55 years, I entered the catechumenate and
received the sacraments of baptism, confirmation and first Communion at the
Easter Vigil in 1997.
This decision was the most important one in my life, and to echo
Birnie, the best one, too. But I carry the same concerns as Birnie and Egan.
The only unanimity I see among the differing voices about the status of women
in the church -- those opposing change, those proceeding with incremental
change in their local parish, those wanting it but resigned to the current
structure, those on the frontlines working for it -- is that change is a
gargantuan task. In proportion to the size of the barriers to be removed, the
impact of giving women full equality would be monumental in such positive ways
both within and outside the church.
At the Rite of Election, a major decision point in the
catechumenate process, the bishop of our diocese, himself a convert at age 18,
emphasized to hundreds of us intent on joining the church that the heart of the
conversion process is mystery. While each of us has many reasons we tell to
others, all true and heartfelt, his nod toward mystery, the divine hand in the
process, was the best explanation for those inexplicable feelings of awe and
certainty I experienced moving toward joining the Catholic church.
Im aware that people often get religion as they
age, but I think for many of us, not having been raised in a particular faith
tradition, it is that lifes experiences help sort the wheat from the
chaff, allowing spirituality and religion to surface with a clarity not seen
before. I had been in and out of Protestant churches over many years, never a
member. There are no Catholics in my family, nor my husbands. Our
children were not raised in a faith tradition.
Yet I found myself drawn to the Catholic church. I saw the church
as the rock of Christianity, its long history and rich traditions as sources of
strength, its rituals as powerful interpreters of faith. I have Catholic
friends whose lives were positive examples to me. I also knew there were people
who disagreed with the church and yet at the same time could say they loved it.
That was intriguing rather than perplexing. I had a sense early on thats
where I would land -- loving but disagreeing at times.
What I was seeking in my spiritual quest was a framework of
meaning, not answers that would sit on a shelf. I take the notion of ongoing
conversion as a serious one. This church for me was a foundation, nourishing
spiritual growth, integrating the personal with community, the love of God with
the love of self with the love of neighbor.
I found in acknowledging my spirituality, in wanting to structure
it within the Catholic faith, a sense of liberation. Using that word stirs
contradiction, for I was fully aware I was joining a hierarchical, patriarchal
institution, one in which women do not share equal status with men. Once when I
expressed my concern about women to a woman religious, she responded,
People ask me why I dont leave the church, and I say, What!
Leave it to them? She was voicing, of course, the age-old issue
about being a part of any institution, any group, with which we disagree. The
position of the church regarding the ordination of women obviously prevents
many women from ever considering the church and has driven others from it.
Within the church are cradle Catholics, women who have chosen to
stay plus those of us who came into it with eyes wide open. It seems we deal
with this in a variety of ways.
Ironically, it is women who in so many ways keep the church afloat
-- sheer numbers attending and volunteering -- and yet do not share the power
equally. But even in other churches that have women as priests or ministers,
for the most part they have not broken into the top rungs of leadership or
power. This in no way excuses the Catholic church, which does not even allow
women as priests, but does underscore the challenge for women in religious
institutions. Womens equality is bound up with all the major institutions
of a patriarchal society. Some doors have opened. But the Catholic church doors
remain closed. The hierarchical church has stood steadfast.
This intransigence has a triple effect. The church, its power
structure as hierarchy, is not the real church for many members.
Instead, the church is the body of Christ, it is where two or three
are gathered together, it is the local parishes where priests and members share
recognition of the problem and implement incremental changes, and it is the
sacraments binding us together in faith.
Secondly, the failure to admit women to full status is so glaring
and the rationale to support it so flawed that many find it difficult to
believe that it can last, that the God we worship, the Christ we follow, makes
these gender distinctions that privilege men. Time seems to favor change for
women, but perhaps that is an illusion. That feeling, while nurturing those who
support change, I think, often zaps more active displays of opposition. The
more outrageous the actions to silence dissidents, the more exposed is the
hierarchical church on this issue.
The third effect of the intransigence is that, instead of doing
battle on this front, the fight appears so overwhelming that many of us prefer
to put our efforts into activities in other sectors of the society that also
affect women and their well-being. Being within the church, we can be a voice
of reason at the same time that we encircle the church with the realities of
the positive changes for women in other institutions. When the doors do finally
open, the multitudes will rejoice!
This is a church that shares in our human fallibility and in our
divinity. It is the latter that makes us so forgiving of the former, abdicating
the present in terms of anticipated and hoped-for change for women within the
church. But, as Catholic Christians, our hope is not some vapid optimism but is
based on the content of the cross.
The doors may not be open, but there are windows letting in light.
Light is found in many of our parishes working hard at equality within the
confines of the churchs doctrines and in our involvement with and
monetary support of organizations seeking change. We can continually enlighten
ourselves about feminist viewpoints and support those voices within the church
and engage in dialogue with others. And, of course, we can pray unceasingly for
full participation of women in the church.
Poet Wislawa Szymborska, in Conversation with a Stone,
repeatedly knocks at the stones front door only to be turned away. She
writes at the end, I knock at the stones front
door./Its only me, let me come in./I dont have a
door, says the stone. Thats the bleakest scenario for women
and the church. Women may increasingly decline to knock, and the church,
already excluding the full potential of resources women have to offer, will
suffer even further depletion.
I like to imagine drops of water over time carving a door into the
rock. Knock and it will be answered for women and men, for all in our human
family.
Mary Alyce Pearson is retired from the University of Illinois
at Urbana-Champaign as assistant dean for development in the College of
Education.
National Catholic Reporter, March 9,
2001
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