One of the blogs I read regularly posted a link to Emilie’s blog. I don’t often ask “Why?!” but this post has me shocked to the core.
I think that for me, the worst aspect of this young woman’s situation is that she’s Catholic. I suppose that’s better than being nothing, but all I can think is, when it’s all over, her husband, her toddler, and her baby will have no real support for their ordeal. In my experience — and apparently in hers — Catholicism has become all about “Hippie Happiness,” and she wrote, in a column she writes for an online Catholic zine, about feeling like an outsider in her own church.
All I can think is that if this were to happen to anyone in my family, even to my own daughter (whose kids are just a little older), the priests I know would all be sure to keep in touch with my family, and be there for them when they needed to talk. That is not anything I ever remember happening in my Catholic experience, and that was back when the Catholic Church still had priests who ministered, however inadequately, to their parishes — Lord alone knows if anybody does that nowadays. When I left that worship tradition, they were all out ministering to the homeless and other “important” people, as if the people in their own congregations could look after themselves.
I am wondering if I should send her a link to a copy of the Sitka Theotokos. Probably not — probably it would be better for me to ask the Theotokos to do something for her. Like what — well, as always, that’s up to the Almighty. But one of the best things about being Orthodox is that, when life sucks, you don’t have to fake Joy. You can say, “Lord, have mercy,” and know that it is the one prayer that never, ever fails, because there are all kinds of mercy. And all kinds of crosses. And all kinds of consolation.