I treat the experience of contrition and reconciliation as a potential or psuedo mystical experience, but one that’s open to everyone. My own experiences with looking into the proverbial mirror, as it were, aren’t just me listing off the things I’ve done wrong. It’s an instantaneous realization of the depth of hurt we caused by placing our own will, not God’s first, even when we don’t realize we’re doing that. It feels like being hit by a freight train; it’s what I experienced that night in January when I stayed up praying all night and by the time the sun rose, I was sore, I was exhausted, I was crying and laughing at the same time; and I still had plenty more to work through. It was just a step in the process. But it was a mystical experience in its own right because there is no way on earth that my ego could have brought that out by itself. God, and God alone, reached out and pulled me out of my own head long enough to see I needed help. It would take me another couple months to figure out what to do with that, and in that time I would continue to make more errors than amends.
The Catechism of the Catholic Church states quite plainly that nobody is beyond penance and reconciliation, given true repentance and contrition:
There is no offense, however serious, that the Church cannot forgive. “There is no one, however wicked and guilty, who may not confidently hope for forgiveness, provided his repentance is honest.” Christ who died for all men desires that in his Church the gates of forgiveness should always be open to anyone who turns away from sin. (CCC, 982)
Now, that doesn’t mean that you just go confess and say a few prayers and all is forgiven. It requires actual effort. This is one of the things that brought me to fall in love with Catholicism, and to recognize that it is, in fact, the “One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic” Church of the creeds: not only does it say, “yes, you can be forgiven,” it demands that one actually consider their character, the nature of their mistakes, and the harm they have caused. This can be a painful experience — believe me I know. But it is not impossible, and when it is genuine, it does help us to become better.
Humanity has an ego problem. I don’t mean that in a critical way; I mean that part of our natural condition is to seek our own gratification, our own will, our own desires — and to do so with pride and entitlement — before we consider things from an outside perspective. I have an ego problem when I’m not being mindful of myself on a deeper level than just what I can rationalize.
Reconciliation is a path to rectify this. Jesus did not give us this Sacrament with the intention of brow-beating us into performative contrition, yet that is what I found so abundantly in the Anglican Church. I don’t mean to criticize, but I have a great deal of sorrow for the predicament of schismatic Churches — they arise out of those very sins, and the followers of those theological currents inherit them, often without realizing it. As long as we can rationalize in our mind why what we have done, how we have acted, things we have thought are “justified” or “excusable,” we are stuck under the weight of those sins.
The Catholic Church offers a different approach, that is not only spiritually fulfilling but liberating in a very real sense.
I am still in formation at the time of this writing. I feel like I’ve been in formation for a decade (and in a way, I kind of have). But part of that experience was coming to understand and break through layers of misunderstanding and self-deception, which lead to outward manifestations of sinful behavior, which then bolster internal discord and amplified the struggles of my day-to-day life in ways that I could not even fathom. Once I judged myself, not the rest of the world, according to my own measure, I found I could not measure up any better than anyone else.
Then, once I started seriously examining myself in the context of the Church’s teaching (and if you’re not sure what that means, you should really go check out the Catechism; it’s helpful), it became glaringly obvious just how not good I can be when I’m not prioritizing things correctly. For me, the only correct prioritization has always been God first, then all other priorities in descending order from there. But I have spent the vast majority of my life trying to find ways of putting other things higher than they should be; not necessarily above God, but I wanted those other things (family, friends, social justice, etc.) to occupy an outward space of the same priority as God occupied in my inward spaces. It doesn’t work that way.
This is why I talk about wanting to fit God and everything else in a box I defined, rather than trying to fill the one He defined for me. So, one of the purposes I’ve decided to use this blog for, recently, is to help catalogue the many things I need to address leading up to my own reconciliation — the first confession that comes with reception [back] into the Church. It has become something I genuinely want, not a chore that I “have” to do. I think this is the right way to want this, and it’s one of the things I needed to have my little period of exile/hermitage/apostasy/whatever.
It’s funny, because a lot of people in the secular world have taken to assume that I am “good” because I don’t wish ill on people, and I try to be kind and fair to all people in all cases and circumstances. This is a gross misrepresentation of me. I am a sinner with the best of them, and acknowledging that is difficult, but necessary for the liberation it leads it.
So, while I must wait for my first confession for reconciliation and absolution, I offer this brief list of my most grievous sins, according to the commandments which I have broken. Most of the transgressions I’ve noted for this process weren’t intentional; a few were the result of misunderstanding what I was doing and the implications (many of them, in fact, are the result of that kind of hubris). I have not made an effort to make these distinctions for a reason: because it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what I intended, my actions hurt God, my relationship with him and the Church, and the world at large.
- You shall not have strange gods before me.
- You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain.
- Remember to keep holy the Lord’s day.
- Honor your father and mother.
- You shall not commit adultery.
- You shall not steal.
- You shall not covet your neighbor’s goods.
I plan to write more on each of these and my culpability thereto. The details are important for understanding how my thinking, words, and actions have lead to building the chasm between God and me over the years, which I am so determined to heal and right. This kind of brutal self-honest is important if you want to genuinely reap the benefits of the Sacrament, and discover the liberation it can offer. Demonstrating this has become my first real, intentional goal with this site. If I can do it, anyone can. I was so weakened and oppressed by sin that I denied God publicly to appease the secular masses; that is tragic, if it is anything.
Metanoia
I opened this entry with comparing the experience of contrition and penance to a mystical experience. Whether or not this is a common thing that most people experience, I cannot say, but it requires some explication.
One of my absolute favorite poems was written by St. John of the Cross, although St. Teresa of Avila may have provided the titular phrase:
The Dark Night of the Soul
In a dark night,
with anxious love inflamed,
O, happy lot!
Forth unobserved I went,
my house being now at rest.
In darkness and in safety,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
O, happy lot!
In darkness and concealment,
my house being now at rest.
In that happy night,
in secret, seen of none,
Seeing nought myself,
Without other light or guide,
save that which in my heart was burning.
That light guided me,
more surely than the noonday sun
To the place where he was waiting for me,
Whom I knew well,
and where none appeared.
O, guiding night;
O, night more lovely than the dawn;
O, night that hast united
The lover with His beloved,
And changed her into her love.
On my flowery bosom,
Kept whole for Him alone,
There He reposed and slept;
And I cherished Him, and the waving
Of the cedars fanned Him.
As His hair floated in the breeze
That from the turret blew,
He struck me on the neck
With His gentle hand,
And all sensation left me.
I continued in oblivion lost,
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
John was not a fortunate man, in the sense of worldly comfort. His childhood was spent in immense poverty and, although he joined the Carmelite order, even there he was scorned for his ascetic and mendicant tendencies (along with Teresa – they were not well liked by the rest of the order, which had become burdened by its love of luxury). He was eventually captured and kept a hostage in a tiny cell (about the size of the bathroom in my apartment). While he was in that cell, he still maintained his faith, and he wrote some of the most beautiful poetry ever published — like “The Dark Night of the Soul.”
John was hardly the trainwreck that I have been. He was humble, kind, and compassionate, even when the world gave him no reason to be, but he still felt immense contrition for the little transgression he might have done. He finally escaped down a ladder and into the wilderness, nearly dead, and made his way back to Teresa and her convent.
The Greek term we usually translate as “repentance” is μετάνοια — “meta” being “after,” or “beyond,” and “noia” being “thinking.” This is an interesting concept: “after-and-beyond thinking.” Thinking is how we come to an understanding of our actions and thoughts, the consequences and hurt they have created, and where in our character they have come from. But that isn’t repentance, by the grammatical meaning of this term; that is the result of νοια, “thinking” about those things, but repentance is what comes after, and goes beyond, just that internalized comprehension.
One of the principal problems with Protestant theology is that it often encourages only the νοια part, and tells the would-be supplicant, “hey, don’t worry; you see what happened; just do better next time.” In my formation in the Episcopal Church, all we were told of the Sacrament of Reconciliation was that “all may, some should, none must” (that is a direct quote, by the way, and a common catch-phrase in the Anglican communion). But, if we think back to how powerful the ego is, and how easy it is for the individual to convince themselves that they know something, it becomes easier and easier to justify minor sins; this feeds the ego and it’s ability to rationalize (eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge) and, in concert with the world’s ever-expanding liberality (which should not — must not — be confused with liberation), enables justification of even greater transgressions.
That’s not really repentance, is it? Justification does not reestablish solidarity; it only explains why a person or group felt like they could violate that solidarity based on their “knowing.” And, if they are self-righteous enough, their conviction in their knowing and rightness will convince them that they don’t have to do anything about it; it becomes the other party’s responsibility to meet them where they’re at, instead of exercising genuine repentance which might heal the division. For genuine repentance, the thinking must first be correct: it must not come from a place of “knowing,” but of acknowledging the lack of knowing.
The Truth (John 14:6) tells us it is found where two or three are gathered in the name of the same (Matthew 18:20).
Before I can rectify a sin, a missing-of-the-mark, and repent for it, I first need to reach the correct thinking and conclusions about my own culpability. This is why I have taken to carrying a copy of the Catechism, along with the Bible, with me. It’s definitely no substitute for a good relationship with a priest, or other theologically-educated confidante, but it serves the purpose well enough when no such person is available.
The point isn’t even so much to get to a “right” answer as it is to get a perspective that isn’t my answer. Whether it is from the perspective of a priest or a monastic, a trusted friend, or the Catechism, it gives me an antithesis or counterpoint to work through the dialectic with. It doesn’t necessarily mean I was wrong — I may just have been too narrow-minded — but it also doesn’t make my understanding right, and when I see how my understanding is wrong, I can fix it.
There isn’t much in this world that I can control. But myself — that, I can control. Which means that when the fault is mine in a discrepancy, it’s wholly within my power to resolve it — as long as I’m willing to be humble.
A Closing Thought
One of my favorite psalms is the Miserere Me, which I have prayed almost daily for the past two weeks. This seems as good a time as any to include it.
Have mercy on me, God, in accord with your merciful love;
in your abundant compassion blot out my transgressions.
Against you, you alone have I sinned;
I have done what is evil in your eyes
A clean heart create for me, God;
renew within me a steadfast spirit.
Do not drive me from before your face,
nor take from me your holy spirit.
Restore to me the gladness of your salvation;
uphold me with a willing spirit.
I will teach the wicked your ways,
that sinners may return to you.
Lord, you will open my lips;
and my mouth will proclaim your praise.
For you do not desire sacrifice or I would give it;
a burnt offering you would not accept.
My sacrifice, O God, is a contrite spirit;
a contrite, humbled heart, O God, you will not scorn.
Psalm 51: 1, 6a, 12-15, 17-19