Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Catholic Church is in Turmoil

And God is a Grandma...

Behold, I am always with you, until the end of time. - Jesus

The Catholic Church reminds me of an old grandmother's old house. Paint peels from the siding, the front porch sags dangerously, the floors creak, and the roof leaks. An assortment of characters help take care of the place. Some are kind. Some are funny. Some are sick. Some are mean.

From the outside, I'll always ask, "Why does Grandma live in a house like this?," but once inside her warmth and love overwhelm my doubts.

Anytime I want to visit she opens her door and invites me in. She feeds me delicious cookies and lends an ear to my problems. Her wisdom means more to me than that of any other. She radiates peace and joy. She tells me what's really important in life.

Still, when I have to go, I often find myself wondering: "Is Grandma there because the house is still standing, or maybe the house is standing because Grandma is still there?..."

1 comment:

  1. Good to see you posting again! - Matt Brock