"I would lead you, bring you to my mother’s house ..."
Notre Dame, Montreal - where my conversion was initiated.
To whom else would I go?
Elizabeth Scalia sent an email saying "Would love to read your response, too!"
I'm a crackpot blogger - no doubt about it - so when someone like Elizabeth Scalia goes out of her way to invite me to respond to something, well shucks! I'll do it. (I did, but found out I was just in her email c.c. list. Here is my original response.)
Why do I remain Catholic?
Easy answer: I fell in love with Jesus.
Who first loved me.
(I've pretty much told this story before - so I'll try my hand at being a bit more poetic in this narrative.)
I really, truly encountered him in the Eucharist, the Blessed Sacrament.
I was led by the Holy Spirit - literally grasped by him - and swept up into the confessional, where I was absolved of all my sins - reconciled to the Father.
The Sacred Heart of Jesus pursued me, searched me out in every sinful situation and state - time after time. He revealed himself to me. He opened my mind to the Scriptures, he set my heart on fire with love for him... time after time.
I found him completely within the Catholic Church, as surely as he dwells in the tabernacles of all the churches in the world - as surely as his Sacred Heart beats in his Body. I found him in the house of my Mother - the Church ... it is like this:
He brought me to the banquet hall
and his glance at me signaled love.
My lover speaks and says to me,
“Arise, my friend, my beautiful one,
My lover belongs to me and I to him;
Would that you were a brother to me,
nursed at my mother’s breasts!
If I met you out of doors, I would kiss you ...
and none would despise me.
I would lead you, bring you to my mother’s house,
where you would teach me,
Where I would give you to drink
spiced wine, my pomegranate juice.
His left hand is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.
Who is this coming up from the desert,
leaning upon her lover?
Beneath the apple tree I awakened you;
there your mother conceived you;
there she who bore you conceived.
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm;
as a seal upon your arm;
For Love is strong as Death ...
(Sorry, it seems I can only express my 'mystery' in the words of the Song of Songs.)
That is why I remain a Catholic ... Because Christ is mine and I am his, inseparably united in time and in eternity, in his body, the Church, in Mary, in the bosom of the Holy Trinity.
The fullness of truth is contained within the Catholic Church... Where the body is ... the eagles gather. To whom else would I go?
Beneath the apple tree I awakened you ...