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I also worked hard to get to the point where I know myself and am comfortable with me. It took a horrible low to make me realize I needed help. I did not know what fruit that help will bear until one day, after several years of therapy, the light bulb was turned on and I saw - Hey, you are ok. Well, it was more like a dimmer that made the light shine brighter and brighter. Perhaps it is not all fully bright yet. But I am good!
Question: Can the Church's ministers be sinful and the Church herself sinless Any well-catechized Catholic will answer Yes. The possibility that my bishop is breaking it as I write has absolutely no bearing on the validity of the Levitical Code or on the integrity of the institution that propounds it. But can the Church's ministers be hypocrites and the Church herself not hypocritical Here the answer is a qualified Yes, and perhaps the reasoning is not so obvious. First, let's concede the factual premise that churchmen of all ranks (as well as laymen) frequently commit the very acts they publicly maintain to be sinful. Does this make them hypocrites ipso facto No. Gilbert Meilaender explains it well: Beginning perhaps with the generous thought that we should not \"impose\" on others standards that we ourselves do not meet, we end with a morality that demands less even of ourselves than we ought. The norms to which I adhere are not those I can keep or do keep; they are those to which I hold myself accountable. I do not see how I could manage that if there were not ways to recognize my accountability -- if, that is, I were not part of a community that regularly confesses its sin and seeks to begin anew. Only from such a perspective, I suspect, could I have the courage to set forth an ideal of which I myself may often fall short. Bull's eye. To charge a man with hypocrisy, it's not enough to point to the gap between convictions and conduct; a hypocrite (the word originally means \"actor\") consciously assumes a persona false to and nobler than his real character for purposes of public display. Now here's the rub: a man may project a false image of his conduct, or of his convictions, or both. Why Because in various times and places it is deemed meritorious to believe certain things, as well as to act in a certain way -- and therefore it pays to fake either. Conduct-hypocrites (cowardly generals, venal abbots) are universally despised, but their hypocrisy (when exposed) weakens our confidence in the 'means-wisdom', rather than the 'ends-wisdom,' of the institutions over which they preside. Take the case of Rodrigo Borgia, who fathered at least six bastards by married women, made two of them cardinals, bought himself a papacy (he's Alexander VI), and died one of Europe's richest men in 1503. Not edifying. Yet convert Sheldon Vanauken writes that what moved him to become a Catholic was the realization that the reforming popes (who followed Alexander and the Medici), while they had to do penance for the sins of their predecessors, didn't have to reform their doctrine. By a paradox, the conduct-hypocrisy of her bishops can reinforce the Church's claim to be divinely protected from teaching error. But suppose a priest fakes his convictions, preaching as sin what he secretly believes to be a joke, and calling forth from credulous people sacrifices -- sometimes heroic sacrifices -- which he inwardly laughs at. Now the charge of institutional hypocrisy is seriously in play, and its validity hinges on the willingness of the institution to 1) examine itself for fakery, and 2) punish it when found. A wounded soldier will feel differently about the cowardly officer (conduct-hypocrite) who hung back out of range while he sent his troops into deadly fire, and the treacherous officer (conviction-hypocrite) who smirks at the troops maimed in obedience to his purposely futile commands. And note: what's going to break the good soldier's heart Not the wickedness itself, but the high command's denial that the cowardice was cowardice and the treachery was treachery -- the denial that says, in effect, that his own loyalty was meaningless. Long before the abuse crisis erupted, Catholic World Report insisted that the real scandal is not so much the abuse as the episcopal denial and cover-up. The cover-up itself is beyond dispute; the vital question is: is it an example of conduct-hypocrisy and hence a sin of moral weakness (cowardice, mendacity, careerism, blackmail), or does it point to conviction-hypocrisy, i.e., hatred of Church doctrine and/or disbelief in God To me, the second possibility is unimaginably worse, and I find myself stretching the evidence to the breaking point to assimilate it to the first, to view the corruption as vice rather than policy, the hypocrisy as personal rather than institutional. Call me Pollyanna.
Moments later, I moved out from behind the dressing curtain and stood on a square platform before the three-way mirror. The gold vest twinkled above my bare torso and reached just below my bottom ribs. I was a chunky nine-year-old, and my stomach hung over the black spandex biker shorts Carol had given me. I sucked in my belly button and, fingers shaking, began to button the gold vest.
Bi gender/dual gender: a person who possesses and expresses a distinctly masculine persona and a distinctly feminine persona. Is comfortable in and enjoys presenting in both gender roles.
I finally came to his name this morning around midday written on page 145, during the chapter on Leonardo Da Vinci. Trey Body, it read in the wide margin and then listed a phone number and date of birth that informed me he'd been alive for only a decade. Immediately I believed it was a joke. As a discipline, I buy only used books in order to study how other people read. Often I'm left with nothing but dog-eared pages or grocery lists and other pointless reminders that get people through their lives. It's the note takers, though, that I'm interested in--a way for me to size up the intellectual competition. In this case not only was Mr. Pater's writing and scholarship, as expected, brilliant, but the copious comments and insights that adorned the text's sides like beautiful silk curtains dazzled as well. So precise and erudite were Trey Body's notes that while I read it had become difficult to decide which was better: the view out of the window or the view around the window. Although I didn't recognize the name, I started to imagine this Trey Body, bored with his graduate studies or the redundancy of tenure life, messing with the minds of future readers. A pedagogue of all things classical, I can appreciate a good persona. But the more I read, the more I had the feeling that this Trey Body was telling the truth. Perhaps he was only ten years old
This afternoon, by the time I'd come to Mr. Pater's conclusion, with his final plea for an art purely for the moment, solely for the beauty of that moment, I found myself in a state of rapture. I've never read anything that spoke to me so, and I quickly turned the page to examine what Trey Body had concluded. As expected, he was as excited as I. It was like performing a palm reading on myself. He praised Mr. Pater's style and insight to the revival of classical art in Europe, the way the artists of the Renaissance had been more Greek than the Greeks. The call to arms for the sensual, I think Trey Body underlined that five or six times. And then came his cryptic endnote: My Mother's moaning. That was all. Big letters, pressed, almost etched into the final page. That was the ending Trey Body... 59ce067264