Why I'm Catholic

You may've heard it said, 'the Church is not a museum of saints, but a hospital for sinners.'

And it’s true.

If you know me, or have ever heard me speak, you know I’m passionate about my Catholic faith.

I like to scream it from the mountain tops--which today just means posting it all over Facebook or Twitter. I like to talk about it with virtually anyone--I’m the guy you hate sitting next to on the plane.

Yep, I’m Catholic.

No, not simply because my parents raised me so--after all, I know plenty of people who are no longer Catholic whose parents still are or at least were (statistically speaking very few adults continue to practice the Faith for the sake of their parents).

I’m not Catholic because it’s popular (it’s not).

I’m not even Catholic because it makes sense to me (it does).

I’m Catholic because I know it’s my best shot of getting right with God.

I believe Jesus.

Life is messy--really messy. And Jesus knew it. He knew the struggles of his own day, and he knows the struggles of today. And in that messiness he gave us a Church--a hospital--that offers the healing I think the rest of the world is looking for.

It's the kind of healing that brings freedom. No, not the kind of freedom where we can do whatever we want, but the freedom, as John Paul II said, to know and do what we ought.

It's also the kind of healing that brings mercy and forgiveness. In my experience of giving talks around the country, I've met many who have a hard enough time forgiving themselves, let alone believing that God can. The Church has offered this from the beginning (John 20:23) and continues today.

You see, I need a little help along the way.

And that’s just what the Church has been for me and countless others both living and dead.

Maybe you’re in that boat, too. Or maybe, you’re just unwilling to admit it.

Don’t you think maybe it’s time you did?

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