"I sometimes think it’s easier to be extreme than balanced, easier to be bound than free."quote, Curious
There’s a great deal of truth in that insight,
Curious. As a non-Catholic, you can just tell
Jesus you’re sorry, and keep on going.
The only position I can take, and keep functioning,
is to either accept sola fides, sola scriptura,
sola gratia, or quit Christianity altogether.
For the moment, I’m going with sola fides…
I wanted my fellow Catholics and possibly
members of the clergy, to understand that I feel
that there’s no room in the inn for me, with the
type of mental illness I endure. I don’t ask
the Church to change doctrine for my sake.
I just want it to be clear what the sacramental
system has wrought in my life.
I know, "hard cases make bad law."
Explain that to Jesus when He comes in glory,
that an injured and deeply wounded human being
felt that there was no room for her in His house.
I say, in a rare moment of bitterness, “I can’t wait!”…
"You burdened My people with laws of your own
Where have I heard that, before?
Thanks for your response, Curious.
Finally made it over here. I can fully understand the marginalized point you are making. My experience falls more under the physical category though. Out of brevity, I will relate two experiences here. First, within the last year and a half, I have been hospitalized 7 times. And becuase of the nature of the visits, I always have to have an IV (sometimes a PIC line). I can remember walking down the halls with my fiance and/or parents to see the Nursery (I tried to go daily and to the Chapel). People would smile at me (by the time I was walking, I looked decent and often were regular clothes and tennis shoes to walk) until they saw the IV. At which point, they would turn their face away or to the ground. I prayed for those individuals.
Second experience was when I was at a university which publicly adhered to Ex Corde Ecclesia a couple years ago. The school trained most of the nurses for the local hospital as I talked ot the nurses during my admittance. I was hospitalized and ended up in the Cardiac department (The reason was because of my athleticism and rigorous training I practiced my blood pressure and heart rate were lower to start with, but at night when I would sleep, both vital signs would drop. I always found it strange as I was the youngest person in the department by 35-40 years, and my Cardiovascular system is probably one of my best:whacky: ). I shared a room with an older gentleman who had a heart infection and other lung complications from work and lifestyle. One afternoon, the gentleman started gasping for air, his peripheral O2 was down in the low 70% range and he started to turn blue. I can remember 4-6 nurses panicking, and the doctor could not be found. I reached over from my bed with my IV arm (and anyone who has had an IV for a long time especially after the vein has been torched by Potassium or Phernergan, if you strain the IV arm and have you arm down for a bit, the arm will hurt due to the strain as well as the gravity on the fluids) and held the gentleman’s hand. God gave me the Grace to hold the man’s hand during this episode, and the action had an immediate effect on Michael (the gentlemen’s name, and please say a prayer for him as I moved back home, and Don’t know he is doing.) At one point, a nurse almost told me to let go of his hand. He gripped my hand as I stroked his with my thumb. I remember him turning his head while holding the oxygen mask over his face with his other hand. In his face was fear, but his face reflecting his soul spoke two thoughts articulately, “Thank you and please, don’t let go.” The reason I bring this up is that the nurses were devout Catholics, and he had heard my conversations with them. Yet, for some reason, they panicked and would not hold his hand. To put it mildly, I was saddened to witness their reaction :o (I prayed for the nurses, and hopefully, they learned from the experience as I did).