Atheist Convert

R.J. Stove

R. J. Stove lives in Melbourne, Australia. The son of the late prominent atheist, David Stove, R.J. converted to Catholicism as an adult in 2002.

The upbringing I underwent in New South Wales, Australia —partly in Sydney, but mainly in the village of Mulgoa— was one of complete, although predominantly quiet and civil, atheism. Both my parents (who are now dead) spent their childhood as Presbyterians, but shed religious belief soon after attaining adulthood.

My father was the philosopher and political polemicist David Stove. During his undergraduate years, he fell under the spell of the militantly atheistic guru John Anderson of the University of Sydney's philosophy department. Except that "fell under" seems a much too gentle phrase to describe what my father and thousands like him experienced at Anderson's none-too-scrupulous—and, where females were concerned, lecherous—hands.

To those who, like myself, are too young to have known Anderson (he died in 1962, the year after my birth), the mystery of his charm to hordes of students will always be impenetrable. Certainly nothing in Anderson's viscous prose explains his charismatic appeal. It is only fair to add that by the time I was born, this crusading fervor on his acolytes' part had mellowed; or rather, it had become part of the furniture. The atmosphere of my childhood and adolescence was one more frequent in late-Victorian England than in Australia or even America: one of "clean living and high thinking." It was a compound of introverted heathenism, dusty second-hand books, long dignified silences, the smell of dry sherry, and a perpetual fog of tobacco smoke. When I read a biography of Sir Leslie Stephen, Virginia Woolf's father, I found the mental climate of Stephen's existence so similar to my own nonage as to be positively scary. It was as if the author was describing my own home life, quite as much as Stephen's.

In adolescence I converted to what I imagined was Anglicanism, but what was in fact a creed devoid of any significant religious content whatsoever. It was simply a teenage crush on my part: the same emotion that other teenagers have experienced for Sylvia Plath or Lady Gaga. Besides, it had no effect on my manner of life, which was unflamboyant, but nevertheless fairly thorough-goingly sordid. On numerous occasions I was roped in to play the organ at hymns in the local, and very evangelical, Anglican church.

I am dumbfounded that I was able to maintain my religious facade for so long, not only to myself, but to my fellow parishioners. They understandably became rather vexed when I eventually, at the age of eighteen, announced that I could no longer attend church. With characteristic cowardice I made this announcement through an intermediary rather than in person. I experienced no crisis of lost faith, merely a sense of relief at no longer needing to deceive others and no longer being able to deceive myself. Perhaps I should mention that my father made a bizarre hobby out of reading early theologians. He did this (I am more and more convinced in retrospect) as a deliberate means of testing the limits of his atheism. He wanted to purge his irreligion to a high point of steeliness.

During my early childhood, Catholicism—when my family thought about it at all—had two negative characteristics that meant more to us than any positive feature. First, it was considered vulgar. Second, it was considered totalitarian.

As to the first feature: the Catholics whom we knew generally had Irish surnames, always procreated abundantly, often had little interest in the life of the mind, and usually voted for the Australian Labor Party. This last was the worst sin of all in my parents' eyes, during the Vietnam War years.

As to the second feature: both my parents during my childhood had invested heavily in the belief that Catholicism was philosophical treason, the deadliest foe of free thought, and a kind of Stalinism mixed with holy water. Once I grew much older, I could face down this bogeyman without undue difficulty. But I would be lying if I minimized its impact upon what passed for my early thinking.

When I was ten years old we actually found ourselves living next to a convent. Members of a German order, the Schoenstatt Sisters of Mary, built a religious house next to ours. Improbably enough in view of the above, my parents came to adore them. At considerable physical risk to himself, Dad would every year climb his own pine trees and chop off branches of them, so that they could be used as Christmas trees at the convent.

More and more my parents' theoretical opposition to Catholicism became modified by such considerations as "Oh, of course, when we say Catholics are the enemies of free thought, we don't mean you." The sheer goodness- in-action (this is the least cumbersome description I can come up with) of the Schoenstatt Sisters modified not only my parents' prejudices, but mine. Nevertheless my father certainly, and my mother probably, would have thought it grotesque in those days to believe that the nuns' goodness had anything to do with their faith. No, somehow the nuns were good despite their faith. They presented to my father the same unlikely spectacle as an improbably obliging communist, or an improbably obliging telephone-vandal.

When the possibility of converting to Catholicism became a real one, it was the immensity of the whole package that daunted me, rather than specific teachings. I therefore spent little time agonizing over the Assumption of Mary, justification by works as well as faith, the reverencing of statues, and other such concepts that traditionally irk the non-Catholic mind.

Rather, such anguish as I felt came from entirely the other direction. However dimly and inadequately, I had learnt enough Catholic history and Catholic dogma to know that either Catholicism was the greatest racket in human history, or it was what it said itself that it was. Such studying burned the phrase "By what authority?" into my mind like acid. If the papacy was just an imposture, or an exercise in power mania, then how was doctrine to be transmitted from generation to generation? If the whole Catholic enchilada was a swindle, then why should its enemies have bestirred themselves to hate it so much? Why do they do so still?

Yet in addition, I must confess that the example of certain openly bad Catholics—out of charity I will say little about them, and nothing about the bad female Catholics—kept me out of the Catholic Church for years, as efficiently as if they had been wielding dog-whips in the nave. It is a terrible thing to have wrestled one's way into a position where Catholicism seems at least plausible, only to discover that armies of one's future co-religionists regard Catholicism (more especially, of course, Catholic teaching on sexual morals) with shrill contempt. They seem to enjoy all the benefits of Catholic life, and none of the inconveniences.

Another factor I have not yet mentioned: frequent bouts of mental illness. For years these convinced me that Catholicism would have the same impact on my soul which a lighted match would have on a gunpowder factory. Had I known that the opposite was true (and that my Catholicism has been more important than anything else in blunting the sharpest edge of illness), I would never have hesitated for so long.

Making the acquaintance of genuine lay Catholics was an eye-opener. Yet it meant less to me than two interlinked family tragedies in 1993-1994.

Shortly before Christmas 1993, my mother—who for decades had drunk heavily, smoked compulsively, and eaten hardly at all—suffered a massive stroke. At first she was not expected to live. Gradually, the truth emerged: the stroke, while not powerful enough to have killed her, had robbed her of all speech and nearly all movement.

To watch an adult abruptly transformed before one's eyes into a paralyzed, whimpering vegetable, all too conscious (at least in a general fashion) of what had befallen her, yet as powerless to rectify anything as if she had been six months old, is in a way worse than losing a loved one to Alzheimer's. There, at least, the decay is gradual. This was as abrupt an assault on life as if it had been a homicide. But a homicide can instill in you justified wrath; how can you feel wrath against as impersonal a cutting-down as befell my mother?

From the day of her stroke to the day of her death, almost eight years afterwards, she was in twenty-four-hour-a-day nursing care. By that time my father had long since left the scene. Diagnosed with esophageal cancer, and convinced beyond all reason that his announcement of this diagnosis to Mum had brought about her stroke, Dad simply unraveled. So, to a lesser extent, did those watching him.

All Dad's elaborate atheist religion, with its sacred texts, its martyrs, its church militant; all his ostentatious tough- mindedness; all his intellectual machinery; all these things turned to dust. Convinced for decades of his stoicism, he now unwittingly demonstrated the truth of Clive James's cruel remark: "we would like to think we are stoic...but would prefer a version that didn't hurt."

Already an alcoholic, he now made a regular practice of threatening violence to himself and others. In hospital he wept like a child (I had never before seen him weep). He denounced the nurses for their insufficient knowledge of Socrates and Descartes. From time to time he wandered around the ward naked, in the pit of confused despair. The last time I visited him I found him, to my complete amazement, reading a small bedside Gideon Bible. I voiced surprise at this. He fixed on me the largest, most protuberant, most frightened, and most frightening pair of eyes I have ever seen: "I'll try anything now."

(Years later, I discovered—and was absolutely pole-axed by —the following passage in Bernard Shaw's Too True To Be Good, in which an old pagan, very obviously speaking for Shaw himself, sums up what I am convinced was Dad's attitude near the end. The passage runs: "The science to which I pinned my faith is bankrupt. Its counsels, which should have established the millennium, led, instead, directly to the suicide of Europe. I believed them once. In their name I helped to destroy the faith of millions of worshipers in the temples of a thousand creeds. And now look at me and witness the great tragedy of an atheist who has lost his faith.")

Eventually, through that gift for eloquence which seldom entirely deserted him, Dad convinced a psychiatrist that he should be released from the enforced hospital confinement which he had needed to endure ever since his threats had caused him to be scheduled. The psychiatrist defied the relevant magistrate's orders, and released my father.

Within twenty-four hours Dad had hanged himself in his own garden.

This was in June 1994. I cannot hope to convey the horror of this event. It dealt a mortal blow to the whole atheistic house of cards which constituted my own outlook. Was Dad in hell? If not, did he have the smallest hope of heaven, despite the manner of his death? If so, by what means? How much did my own evil contribute to his suicide? And how could I even begin to make amends? The story of the next eight years, until my own gruesomely belated baptism on August 11, 2002, is very much the story of how I writhed over—and wrestled with—such questions.

I read and read and read: mainly magazines (both Australian and American) as well as catechetic texts; sometimes entire biographies of saints and Catholic heroes. Though I read Chesterton and Belloc and Waugh and Christopher Dawson and Fulton Sheen and Frank J. Sheed and Arnold Lunn, the single most important volume to me—and I thank God for the priest who, having been informed of my existence by friends of mine, brought it to me while I myself was hospitalized—appeared years back under the Missionaries of the Sacred Heart's aegis: Chats with Converts, by Fr. M. Forrest.

Here was what I needed. The traditional Catholic priest, Father X, who lent it to me, must have detected how needful it was, in my overwhelmed condition, that I be impressed with the sheer logic of faith. Hence my use of Wallace Stevens's best-known line, "blessed rage for order," as the present document's title.

We Catholics repeatedly make a very stupid error when we try to play the Pentecostal holy-rollers' game. The demagogic televangelist will always do that sort of thing better than we can. Shrieking rapture is not our religion's chief didactic glory. As to what is, Waugh admirably phrased the matter in his life of Campion: "the [Catholic] faith is absolutely satisfactory to the mind, enlisting all knowledge and all reason in its cause...it is completely compelling to any who give it an 'indifferent and quiet audience'." How many mainstream Australian Catholics today, I find myself wondering, have ever encountered this sentence of Waugh's? How many would be capable of regarding Catholicism as providing anything other (let alone anything more) than the same emotional buzz as a football telecast?

When in the course of my literary duties I came to learn in depth about two outwardly unrelated sixteenth-century events—the battle of Lepanto, and the Elizabethan martyrs' via crucis—I could no longer resist entry into the Catholic Church. In honor of the pope who had done so much to make Lepanto possible, as well as of his twentieth- century namesake so vilely slandered as "Hitler's Pope," I took Pius as my baptismal name.

By this stage all Australians had been confronted with the spectacle of Catholic martyrdoms right next door, as it were. Come 1999, when the Indonesian TNI exterminated as many East Timorese Catholics as it could, any Australian with the slightest historical knowledge experienced a sense of déjà vu. In the 1920s the main venue for anti-Catholic genocide had been Mexico. In the 1930s it had been Spain. In 1999 it was East Timor. Cheering on the governmental death-squads each time had been the same conga-line of socialists, communists, sectarians, Whigs, and genteel atheists who imagined that what "backward" Catholic peoples needed was the smack of firm godless government to make them into good little global citizens: or better yet, into cadavers. The malice, hypocrisy and insensate craving for human respect that I needed to preserve this daydream were no longer qualities which I could, with an informed conscience and on a full stomach, justify retaining.

Thanks to Father X, the course of Catholic instruction that I laboriously completed could be described as Chats With Converts writ large. Patiently and elaborately, it revealed the infrastructure—as it were—of what Catholics believe. It bore the stamp of that splendid multi-volume publication from the 1940s and 1950s: Fr. Leslie Rumble's Radio Replies (which I also read). I think Father X knew that to the adult mind—even the adult mind as uninformed on vital issues as was my own—emotion is not enough: it is pitifully, painfully not enough. It can be, to a mind periodically disordered anyway, a lethal drug. What such a mind needs is a solid diet: neither the thin watery gruel of quasi-New-Age "spirituality", nor the pure tabasco of fire- and-brimstone threats. Those who have had the privilege of reading Radio Replies will know how nourishing it is, how fair-minded its author is, and how incapable he is of intellectual sharp practice for the sake of making a cheap point. Those who have not yet read it, are in for a great and sustaining pleasure.

Several side-effects, so to speak, of becoming a Catholic were completely unpredictable. One was the way it forced me to abandon, in practice, long-held political beliefs. During the 1990s, much of whatever earning power I possessed derived from my editorial, authorial and research work for a political think-tank. Happily, my discovery of active financial corruption on the think-tank's part (a discovery facilitated by front-page newspaper revelations of this corruption's extent) eased the pain of separation from that working milieu, which regarded Catholicism only with disgust.

What part did prayer have in my journey? "Precious little." Extreme difficulty in prayer, above all in mental prayer, seems very common among converts. (Waugh undeniably found it so, and lamented as much to Arnold Lunn.) Intercessory prayer for anything but the most urgent of life's necessities still alarms me, in part because of the opportunities it gives to the most swinish self- indulgence ("gimme gimme gimme"), and in part because my memory is so bad that simply learning the most basic prayers of our church—the Acts of Faith, Hope and Charity, the Memorare, the Confiteor, and so onranks with the hardest intellectual work I have ever been required to do.

I am staggered by those Catholics who saw in my "dry soul" (Waugh's apt words) any seed of potential faith, however tiny. That any Catholic would ever agree to be my godparent astonished me at the time of my baptism, and it continues to astonish me now.

For as long as I can remember, the Catholic Church's liturgical music has moved me and been indispensable to me. I grew up with a certain shallow knowledge of Palestrina, for instance, though the inadequacy of this knowledge is embarrassing in retrospect and should have been embarrassing at the time. But Catholic visual art has not been thus indispensable: principally because I dread the sort of campy Catholic whose entire religion is merely a sort of aesthetic mud-bath. Were music my main concern, I would—in homage to the legacy of Bach and his precursors—have become, not a Catholic, but a Lutheran. So I cannot honestly say that art or music played an important role in my religious destination.

Like most converts, I suppose, I naively assumed that the difference made by becoming a full communicating Catholic would be spectacular. Instead, I found myself in the position of one who, while he has only recently acquired a passport, has enjoyed permanent residence for years.

I wish I had ample faith and innate confidence, as those Schoenstatt nuns did (and still do). Failing those, I wish I had greater courage. The adjective Belloc used about his own religious outlook—desiccate—perfectly describes my own. Confession continues to be a torture to me, however necessary it has been for my soul.

Anti-Catholics often accuse Catholicism of throttling intellectual life. I have not found it so. It is true that Catholics' intellectual life is not meant to extend to writing pornographic novels or devising a shooting script for a Britney Spears video; but then, for the life of me I fail to see any real deprivation attached to these prohibitions. I side, instead, with Flannery O'Connor, who once observed: "The Catholic Church has saved me a couple of thousand years in learning how to write." Certainly the Catholic Church has saved me a couple of thousand years in learning how to think.

Because many, if not most, atheists remain convinced that Catholic converts spend their whole waking lives in a state of mouth-foaming fury against Protestantism, I can only report that I behold with admiration the efforts of several Australian Protestants in the pro-life movement. Such heroic individuals put me totally to shame. But I behold with stupefaction the sheer spinelessness of those Australian Catholics who still assume that a Catholic's sole job should consist of driveling sycophancy towards those (and more especially those newspaper pundits) who howl for our blood.

It won't have escaped readers' notice that the time I formally entered the Catholic Church was the very period at which the gutter-press' crusade against "pedophile priests" entered its first vociferous phase. Some may wonder how this crusade affected me. My answer is that it hardly affected me at all (though the scandals of 2010, to a certain extent, did).

First, I never deluded myself into supposing that priests were free from Original Sin. Second, I knew that those who yelled loudest against Catholic clergymen for being perverts were the same individuals who considered perversion eminently OK, when anti-Catholics practiced it. I also knew—unfortunately all too few of today's Catholics know—that filial obedience to authority is not at all the same thing as blind obedience to authority; that in certain circumstances, defined very specifically by the likes of St. Robert Bellarmine in his book De Romano Pontifice, opposing (with the greatest respect) the damage done even by a pope is wholly lawful; and that once particular clergy are causing scandal, we not only may protest, we must protest.

Would the sex-abuse nightmare have occurred at all, if the average Australian or American Catholic had bothered to realize all this? St. Thomas Aquinas, commenting on Galatians, is absolutely emphatic. "When the faith is endangered," Aquinas writes, "a subject ought to rebuke his prelate, even publicly."

Fortunately I belong to an institution that, as has on innumerable occasions been pointed out by friend and foe alike, thinks in terms of centuries rather than of years. Any resident religious correspondent for The Daily Filth or The Sunday Dreck cannot say as much of his workplace.

To any atheist who might still be hesitating upon the brink of converting to Catholicism, understandably shocked beyond measure by priestly sins that cry to heaven for vengeance, I would say something like the following words:

"Those dirty criminals who rightly disgust you: do not think of them as Catholics. Unless they repent (and by now mere private repentance is no longer a legitimate option for them), they will go where St. Paul promised that they would go. Think, rather, of the saints. If you are to judge us at all we have the right to ask that you judge us, not by our worst, but by our best. Compare Catholic saints to even the most scrupulous individuals whom the anti-Catholic world has to offer. How many Gramscis would there need to be to equal, intellectually or morally, one Aquinas? How many Cecils equal one Campion? How many La Pasionarias equal one Teresa of Avila?"

"And remember this too: no genuinely Catholic instructor will ever force you into faith. Ultimately it is up to you. That is what free will means. But it would be inadvisable to reject the faith automatically without studying it. There are too many myths doing the rounds, deriving from vague memories of nineteenth- century pamphleteering scuttlebutt. Find out what Catholics actually must uphold, not what their sworn foes imagine Catholics must uphold."

"Above all: be prepared to have your power of reason exercised, as it has never been exercised before. Some Catholic teachings seem, to most non-Catholics, presumptuous. Properly examined, they are not. If you want arrogance, do not seek out Catholic doctrine. Seek out, instead, the surrealistic nostrums peddled by your local newsagent's weekly rags: salvation through Princess Di; the divinity of Nicole Kidman; Brad Pitt's freedom from original sin. Anyone who's been tempted to worship those strange gods in the past, might well be impressed, not by Catholicism's impudence, but by its modesty."

What detours I might have been spared, had someone spelt these things out to me.

 

R. J. Stove lives in Melbourne, Australia. His articles have frequently appeared in The American Conservative (where he is a Contributing Editor), Chronicles, Modern Age, and The Remnant. Reader's can visit Mr. Stove's personal website here.

Originally published in The Traditionalist. Copyright (c) 2011.  All Rights Reserved.  Used with permission.  For further information on The Traditionalist go to http://www.booksforcatholics.com/. Photo credit to A.M. Budianto.
 

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26 comments

  • Comment Link Joanne Wednesday, 05 October 2011 14:20 posted by Joanne

    Great article! I often find myself unable or unwilling to defend my faith to my protestant peers, and now I know why. Catholicism does not need me to defend it. If people want to criticize, they must not do so with ignorance, and once one is well versed in the ways of Catholcism, there is little room for criticism left. What I've always apprecited about the faith is it's quiet grace that allows people to discover the truth for themselves.

  • Comment Link Tom Piatak Wednesday, 05 October 2011 21:16 posted by Tom Piatak

    An excellent piece.

  • Comment Link Eileen Thursday, 06 October 2011 13:33 posted by Eileen

    What a story! I have many more authors on my spiritual reading list now...

  • Comment Link Gabriel Austin Thursday, 06 October 2011 17:09 posted by Gabriel Austin

    A wonderful account! His father is one of my favorite authors, particularly good in his unraveling of the Darwinian Fairy Tales.

    The books he refers to by Fathers Rumble and Forrest are available inexpensively from TAN Books.

  • Comment Link Perry Marshall Friday, 07 October 2011 13:16 posted by Perry Marshall

    Fantastic article, RJ. I have your dad's books "Darwinian Fairytales" and "Rationality of Induction" - both excellent. First class.

    A riveting read on your part. Thank you for sharing your story. I have a large email list and I would love to interview you for my website, if you'd be willing.

  • Comment Link Sherry Friday, 07 October 2011 22:46 posted by Sherry

    It gives me great hope for my brother.

  • Comment Link Manny Saturday, 08 October 2011 01:20 posted by Manny

    That is a great story. Welcome to our faith!

  • Comment Link Michael Bauman Saturday, 08 October 2011 02:33 posted by Michael Bauman

    False dichotomy: "I had learnt enough Catholic history and Catholic dogma to know that either Catholicism was the greatest racket in human history, or it was what it said itself that it was."

  • Comment Link Greg Saturday, 08 October 2011 09:04 posted by Greg

    Ha. What better to Prove my point, than to delete my pevious comment. A true totalitarian. Instead of addressing the issues I raised about your article you simply sweep it under the rug, much like any opposition to your childish beliefs.

    It looks like I wasn't the only one to pick up in your flawed logic. ^_^

  • Comment Link editor Saturday, 08 October 2011 14:27 posted by editor

    Dear Greg,
    I unpublished your post because by your tone I could tell you are not interested in dialoguing or having intelligent conversation. If you change your mind and decide you want to engage intellectually please send me an email at info@whyimcatholic.com or post a comment that has well thought out arguments said in a charitable way. I can promise you that if you do so I will not unpublish your post. If on the other hand you would like to dialogue with R.J. directly please enter an actual email address and I will forward your comment to him. Thanks!
    -webmaster

  • Comment Link Agnieszka Monday, 10 October 2011 02:58 posted by Agnieszka

    I'm too humbled by this piece to write anything intelligent here.

    Thank you, R.J. The Lord our God works things out brilliantly, and surprises and surpasses us most mightily.

    I looked at your website and found tons of stuff to read, and was especially pleased at your article about the Kaczynskis' and Poland's tragedy in and around Smolensk.

  • Comment Link MJ Wednesday, 12 October 2011 19:57 posted by MJ

    ## That first sentence contradicts Catholic dogma, sorry :( There are some horrible people in the CC (such as my good self), but unless they do something to incur excommunication, they are Catholics. The tendency to exclude unpleasant people from the CC as “not Catholic” seems to be endemic in parts of English-speaking Catholicism – I suspect some Evangelical influence has been at work. The idea makes havoc of the visibility of the Church, the perpetuity of the Faith, the validity of several Sacraments, the holiness and unity & catholicity & apostolicity of the Church… it’s ruinous to anything resembling Catholic Christianity. It raises far more problems than it solves, but is very tempting, for reasons which are self-evident. enter your message here...

  • Comment Link MJ Wednesday, 12 October 2011 20:01 posted by MJ

    ## "That first sentence contradicts Catholic dogma"

    - refers to this one:

    "Those dirty criminals who rightly disgust you: do not think of them as Catholics."

    Sorry about that :facepalm:

  • Comment Link jonathan Thursday, 20 October 2011 04:04 posted by jonathan

    Hi Mr Stove

    I got taught by your Dad at Uni of Syd. I really, really liked him, and enjoyed his classes. I was kind of a hippie-renegade-mystic type, but he was extremely tolerant of me, even though he would 'officially' be highly critical of that kind of thinking. I liked his sense of humour and also his perspective on things. I have a lot of admiration for Catholicism, mainly its mystical side.

  • Comment Link GawdOfThunder Friday, 21 October 2011 14:19 posted by GawdOfThunder

    I was born an atheist and was raised as such. Any word of god or Jesus was never mentioned in my home, either in a positive or negative way. Except when my dad hit his finger with a hammer. I then married a fundamentalist christian lady and spent the next several years attending church with her. I listened every Sunday intently to the pastors and their sermons. I really listened,... unlike most of the christians in attendance. This is why I always find it so confusing to hear stories of life long atheists converting to a highly dogmatic religion like Catholicism. There is just no way I could ever seen my self converting. I just don't see it.

  • Comment Link rb6 Sunday, 23 October 2011 13:52 posted by rb6

    Well, as a cradle Catholic whose parents moved on before I left elementary school, I returned as a young adult, and I now consider that a form of going back and completing what had been an arrested development. I have now moved on too. I was never prejudiced against Catholics or Catholicism (my entire extended family is or was at least raised to be Catholic). Many cultures have had deep and wonderful intellectual traditions that work alongside claims of religious authority. The Catholic tradition (or at least the record of it) is perhaps longer and stronger than most -- but the point is, most of the intellectual and even many of the spiritual truths that one finds in this tradition do not depend on the claims the Church makes for universal moral truth and authority over our here and now lives. Maybe as a female with female children I feel quite a bit more personally stifled by how these asserted truths are required by Church doctrine to play out in my life, but I think anyone can see the logic in this view.

    Mazel tov

  • Comment Link Bert Wells Sunday, 23 October 2011 14:43 posted by Bert Wells

    I am humbled by your journey, and I honor your commitment to your faith. But I cannot in good conscience endorse your church. The Pope is a man ensconced in power, who resides at the head of a wealthy tribe of men. Men who wear robes and jewelry and crowns, and who live in palaces. The Catholic Church is a political organization devoted to the maintenance of that power structure above all else.

    The Church and its claims deserve, like all worldly powers, an "indifferent" hearing. But a "quiet" one? No. For the love of my children and of all the children of the world, No.

    I do not question your faith, but I will not be quiet before the masters of your church. I and my children will not silently endure the rule of such men, whether they come peddling some Atheist Utopia, Catholic Heaven, or Muslim Califate.

  • Comment Link Banbas Sunday, 23 October 2011 23:52 posted by Banbas

    RJ,

    Found your article thanks to Andrew Sullivan's "Daily Dish." I suspect we're on very different ends of the political spectrum. That having been said, I found your account of your conversion to Catholicism absurdly moving. I wish you nothing but peace, happiness and joy.

    Banbas

  • Comment Link Juelz Monday, 24 October 2011 07:35 posted by Juelz

    somehow i never had a problem with the conduct of Catholics, I always looked to the OFFICIAL teachings of the religion. I rejected Islam not because it had terrorists, but because it is the terrorists who have more justification for their beliefs according to the official teachings of Islam then those who advocate peace. A good muslim in the Western eyes is in reality a bad muslim according to doctrine. A priest who commits sexual sins is as tempted as anyone else. Children were targets only because of ease of access and secrecy, but more importantly a strong predilection for pedophilia in homosexuals as compared to heterosexuals. The real problem was priests who had no real calling for the priesthood, homosexuals whose sexual orientation should be questioned for psychological stability in relation to the priesthood (I am a psychiatrist by trade). I guess I never had a problem with the sex abuse scandal because scandals have been part of the Church since the beginning (Jesus even selected an apostle who would betray him), human nature being the same regardless of religious orientation (only the motivation for doing good changes, not the temptations), and my devotion to pure logic with no interference of emotion when in search of truth.
    Ofcourse it should be frowned upon to engage in sin, but that does not affect the truth of the Church.

    "You do not judge a religion by those that fail to practice it"

  • Comment Link David Monday, 24 October 2011 17:01 posted by David

    But you do know it's all fantasy, right?

  • Comment Link Hugo Sunday, 13 November 2011 20:41 posted by Hugo

    Mr. Stove says, "I knew that those who yelled loudest against Catholic clergymen for being perverts were the same individuals who considered perversion eminently OK, when anti-Catholics practiced it."

    It's remarkable that Mr. Stove should "know" such a thing.

    While I can't speak to the situation in Australia, I know for certain that in the United States there were a great many faithful, orthodox Catholics who were clamoring quite loudly about sexual misconduct among priests, and even monsignors, for more than a decade before the major pedophilia scandals rocked the American Church.

    Mr. Stove seems unaware that a surprising number of Roman Catholics, of all stripes and levels of fidelity, simply did not want to hear that sexual impropriety and sexual abuse were serious problems among Catholic clergymen.

    It didn't matter that the bad news was being brought by Roman Catholics who otherwise went out of their way to defend the Church and Roman Catholicism from attacks and criticism.

    Mr. Stove does a bizarre disservice to these brave people by stating that their loud and repeated, and altogether ignored, complaints were motivated by covert enmity toward the Church and a secret tolerance of sexual sin among non-Catholics.

    Why he should choose to deliberately misrepresent them and their motivations is beyond me.

  • Comment Link joseph e. Tuesday, 15 November 2011 07:44 posted by joseph e.

    @GawdOfThunder: You listened very intently to a pastor, his personal views influenced by some tradition or other, but have you ever listened to the Catholic Church. I would do you a world of good if you made your opinion by listening to the CC rather than some non-CC pastor.

    @Bert Wells: Unfortunately, Wells, the church hierarchy does not rule people, they administer truth. If you are interested in the truth you will find it there.

  • Comment Link James H, London Tuesday, 31 January 2012 15:58 posted by James H, London

    I loved the prose in this - channeling the Chesterbelloc!

    Well done on discovering the roots of western science - science as we know it depends on intelligibility, non-contradiction, non-arbitrariness and non-divinity of the workings of the universe. Christianity and nothing else makes these assumptions. That's the reason why a cold, wet, overgrown backwater on the edge of the known world grew a culture that came to dominate the planet. And, as Europe loses its faith, it slides slowly off the edge.

  • Comment Link Chris Saturday, 10 March 2012 23:03 posted by Chris

    This presbyterian wants to quote you... and quote... and quote. There is indeed no more terrible sight than an athiest who has lost is faith: and is left with nothing.

    And I agree about the need for an intellectual reasoning through the faith. One of the great historical ironies is, that in this generation, the reformed and the catholics are standing side by side on many issues. Because they both believe -- and the errors being forced on us are such that we have to cover our brother's back.

  • Comment Link James Doran Wednesday, 04 April 2012 12:10 posted by James Doran

    Like thousands before you, lacking love, filled with self pity, you sought approval. The catholic church are the great ones for putting out the welcome mat. There is nothing mysterious about Romes strategy. Keep the head down and the property safe when civil strife erupts. Pussyfoot with the Third Reich. Align the church with the brutal dictator Franco against those who only sought freedom. Not one word of protest against the death sentences.
    The church militant. As a boy in Dublin during the depression, the front door of the priests house slammed in my face. I witnessed many times how the church had failed in its ministry. Yet it was for other more mundane reasons that I could look at all religions with a dispassionate jaundiced eye. One day I looked at a slide through a microscope and saw Darwin. I have never stood inside a church since that day. I do not judge adherents of any church. Catholics however should read Paul; the first CEO
    .Paul had to get credibility, so he arranged the Damascus affair. History is littered with the God told me nuts. All churches failed to protect the young and vulnerable from the paedophiles. Behold Ireland. Belgium et al. I am living witness to this outrageous behaviour. So when you are flying high with philosophical niceties, remember the ruined lives. I respectfully suggest you obtain DVD copies of Carl Sagan's personal journey. It is completely free of cant and for the most part factual. Sagan talks of things we know to be true. its a tour de force. The church had its chance and blew it. This century will see the end of the mumbo jumbo; if you are not with us, then you are against/we are right you are wrong. Just like Aristotle said so and the church adopted his philosophy, hook, line and sinker. I apologise for my poor prose. I left school ( Christian Brothers) at age 12. I wish you peace of mind. PS I lived quiet close to Mulgoa.

  • Comment Link Antonio Freitas Saturday, 28 June 2014 19:55 posted by Antonio Freitas

    I was touched and enjoyed this article. Although a couple of things are insinuated in general terms that should not, on the whole was excellent.

    As a response to the above comment from James Doran, I am always amazed at how people absorb opposites from identical visions. Having a degree in Mathematics and Biological Sciences, it is interesting how my faith grew immensely as I studied the tiniest bits of info in Biology.

    I guess I was much more open to that perspective and understanding because of an event which I had lived through some 36 or 37 years ago. The sheer uniqueness and mind-bogging natural-law breakage of this incident, prevented me from becoming an atheist 30+ years ago. All I can disclose here is that, although very different circumstances, in the whole it was not so different once compared with what occurred to Paul on his travel to Damascus.

    Additionally, and even though I have spent hundreds of hours in dialogue in correcting biblical misunderstandings and interpretations, I have also learned to have a great love, admiration (on instances) and respect for my non-Catholic Christian brethren, probably more so than so many cafeteria-Catholics. The latter is sadly a true epidemic nowadays.

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