Our Church: Divinely-Inspired, Human, Gifted, Sinful, and Hopeful (Part 1 of a Series)

In recent weeks, the Church has once again “been brought to our knees” as we have become aware of the allegations against the retired Theodore Cardinal McCarrick of Washington D.C. and the exposure of the clergy sexual abuse in the six Dioceses of the State of Pennsylvania.

As we look back to view our weaknesses and our sinfulness, and as we move forward to transparency and new life for our future, we realize that this process will take a painfully long time, happening in a variety of places at a variety of times.

We are a Universal Church. The institutional Church will slowly and completely be examined by a variety of sources in which they will find some Church leaders to cooperate more easily than others.

The last intense legal and media exposure of clergy sexual abuse happened in 2010. At that time, I ran a series of seven Pastor’s Columns that I hoped would help all of us to better understand this reality and to find some peace as we moved forward.

I am now posting these Columns for the next seven weeks, again in the hope they will provide better understanding and peace, at this time.

Pastor’s Column #1 is a homily by Deacon Greg Kandra delivered at the Easter Vigil at Our Lady Queen of Martyrs in Forest Hills, Queens, New York on April 3, 2010:

What Does It Mean to Be Catholic Today?

Here, and now, we are seeing the ongoing miracle of not just any story, but the Greatest Story Ever Told.

You and I are a part of it. The people who are candidates and catechumens in our church tonight, about to join our faith, they are a part of it. Over a billion people around the world are a part of it.

The statistics are staggering. In 2008, 19 million people entered the Church. That’s 2,169 every hour, 36 every second. And the numbers just keep growing.

We could speculate why that’s so. But ultimately, it comes to this: they are drawn by hope. It is a hope that is stronger than despair…a truth that towers over a world of falsehood…the Light of the World that scatters every darkness.

That, in all its greatness and mystery and wonder, is our faith.

I’ve spent the last couple of days thinking about the question a reporter was seeking to answer: What does it mean to be a Catholic today?

It means first of all, history. It is looking back across 20 centuries and remembering where we came from. And were we came from begins with the gospel we just heard, and the empty tomb, and the first bewildered witnesses who had to tell the story of what they saw. And they told others. And then they told others.

And the story goes on.

It is the story of faith on a mission: ‘The pilgrim church on earth.’ It is the story of a journey—from Jerusalem to Rome to Africa…to India and Asia and islands in the South Pacific. It is a mission that eventually brought people to America, and a place called Brooklyn.

It is about the people who made the mission happen: sisters and brothers, priests and religious and lay people by the millions who did the unsung, heroic work of building up the church, often at enormous sacrifice, sometimes paying with their lives. It is immigrants who gave spare change to build churches, and nuns who cared for the sick when no one else would, and who taught our parents and grandparents and great grandparents. It is priests who celebrated Mass in auditoriums and gymnasiums, and who walked arm in arm through the south with Martin Luther King. It is standing in solidarity with the smallest, the weakest, the defenseless, the unborn.

What does being a Catholic today mean? It is parents giving up vacations so their kids can go to Catholic school.

It’s those same kids giving up their weekends to be altar servers.

It is May Processions and First Communions and fish fries and bingo. It’s the crèche at Christmas, and this candle at Easter.

It’s the cry of a baby being baptized. It’s the gentle voice of the priest offering absolution to someone who hasn’t been to confession in 20 years—and offering a chance to begin again, and to be made new. And it is silence, the thundering silence of people who come here on any given weekday to light a candle, say a rosary, and pray.

It is the thousands who crowd into this church on an ordinary Wednesday in the middle of winter to receive ashes.

It is the hundreds who came here just last night to behold the wounded, scarred face of Christ—and venerate his cross with a kiss.

It is the anonymous strangers who stop by the statue of the Blessed Mother outside the church, and leave roses, or folded scraps of paper with petitions. “Mary, pray for my son. Mary, help me find a job.”

It is being the Body of Christ, continuing what he began…with love, and with gratitude, and with a sense of pride.

This is our Church. This is our faith…This is a headline the world needs to know: we are people of resurrection. Easter people. People of hope. People carrying within us, and into the world, the light of Christ.

And that is how we live out, in our own way, the Greatest Story Ever Told.

And this night—by the grace of God, with “Alleluias” in our hearts and on our lips—the story goes on…

—Deacon Greg Kandra (with permission)