I may have sold my soul to the devil (see last blog) but at least I havn’t given it to the Catholic Church.
Jane defrocked yesterday and went to see her parish priest.
It wasn’t good.
She went in to ask about being herself when she goes to church (its the last place she wears mens clothes for) and came out in deep doodoo for living in sin.
Not being of a religious bent i can’t personally grasp the magnitude of being barred from communion….but I know its a huge deal for Jane….she cares enough about her faith for me to allow our son to be christened in the Catholic church.
We’ve now entered some mad conundrum about sin and sex and all manner of stuff.
I’ve been led by John into a certain view of the Catholic church…a fairly libertarian, easy going version that has a lot in common with eastern philosophies.
A version solidified by the last pope….the nice polish geezer. And our last parish priest….a lovely old Irish priest who wouldn’t have stood out a mile on Craggy Island and who would I’m sure have seen the irony in himself a man in a frock needing to deal with Jane, a man in a frock.
The outcome would have been the same as it was from the present incumbent a missionary from Kenya… but it may have been done in a more personable way.
So now….i’m the bringer of sin….my son the product of sin…and Jane in a sinful relationship…. its not great.
Mostly it can be sorted…with time…an annulment…a marriage (in the church)….
that doesn’t cover the debate to be had about whether we’ll be able to have sex…and if we arent considered able to have sex…does that make what we have now less sinful….we’re in a catch22 situation.
What a tangled web we weave.
I don’t do god….i could do religion, the sense of belonging, the community feel…even the comfort of ritual but my literal brain can’t manage the belief bit.
But if i did believe in god….i couldn’t be doing with a god who apparantly can’t accept a lovely, gentle, good person like Jane for who she is.