Sunday, January 04, 2015

Your personal taste is not the Faith.

Looking back at 2014, I was struck by how many Catholic writers made the mistake of confusing   tackiness with unrighteousness. Here's a red pill thought for those people: You know that woman who sits in the front pew with her Precious Moments rosary, her grimy Ugg boots and her obviously fake fur coat? She has one of those horrible Jesus playing baseball with little kids figurines at home and a Jesus at the dentist's office painting on her wall. She has bad taste, but that doesn't make her a bad Catholic. In fact, for all you know, her soul is so purified that she's going to be with the good Lord in Heaven 100 years before you even get out of Purgatory.


What if I told you...