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We Have Lost Our Way

What follows is a brief discourse. As I find my footing in my faith, again, I find these thoughts and ideas surfacing — just as they once did, many years ago — throughout the day. I take no credit for them. Should they be found to have value, may all credit and glory be given to God.

In the modern world, we have become hypocrites and blasphemers.
We claim to know the mind of God as we condemn the sins of others while we, ourselves, remain slaves to sinful passions.
We condemn the “idolatry” of Marian devotion – while we are devoted more to Mammon than to God.
We condemn the murder of children – while we participate in ravaging and destroying the planet.
We preoccupy ourselves with the faults and imperfections of others – not just to distract from, but to minimize and excuse ourselves of our own.
Faith without works is dead, but knowledge without understanding will leave us disowned.
And we justify it all with anxiety over the future – anxiety that erodes our faith, hope, and charity. Have we yet forgotten that a days troubles are enough for the day?
We cannot add one bit of righteousness to ourselves by condemning the unrighteousness of others – so why bother? To distract ourselves from humility? To gratify our hubris? To usurp God’s sovereign right to judge and condemn? Are we truly Christians, then?
Or have we become sons and daughters of Satan and his world?
Do we even realize what we are doing?
The sick and hungry suffer and we say, “we love Jesus… but we must pay ourselves first.”
And we justify it – saying, “this is how the world is, now, and we must adapt.”
But this is how the world was when Christ came in the flesh: he did not say, “adapt” – no – he said, “forsake.” Be in the world, but not of it.
To serve as one among the least is greater, to God, than to rule among the elite.
Jesus did not say it would be easy. He said the way is narrow, and few will find and enter.
Yet, he did say it is easy – if we are blessed enough, with eyes that see and ears that hear.
Let us, therefore, turn our criticism inward to perfect ourselves.
Let us, therefore, turn our exhortations outward to the uplifting of others.
And let us be found, when Christ returns, doing the will of his Father, that we may be counted as his brothers and sisters.

Many more of these will follow. I will try to be diligent and pen them as they come, and I will make my best effort to avoid overthinking them.

May the Peace of God, the Love of Christ, and the Unity of the Holy Spirit bless you. And may Blessed Mary, ever virgin, St Joseph, and the Holy Apostles, together with all the saints, angels, and archangels, pray for us.


The Liberating Quality of Faith

I ran across a post on Reddit today:

I want God to show me what is ahead, but I am realizing that knowing does not always mean controlling.

Elisha saw trouble and still wept.

Maybe faith is not preventing every painful outcome.

Maybe it is taking the next faithful step, then trusting God with what my hands cannot hold.

What are you trying to carry that belongs to God?

This hit home for me, because it reflects a persistent theme that I’ve been encountering in my day-to-day life a lot lately. But I think there’s more too it than that. It’s a trope that has plagued humanity since the days of Adam.

I offered a brief (by my standards) response to this thread:

Understanding the limits of our influence was something Jesus spoke of often but we tend not to hear. I wrestled with this for years.

“Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil.” (Mt. 6:34)

The ego tends to focus on what it cannot control, and preoccupies itself with pontificating about how those things “should be” because it’s gratifying to feel like we have extended influence and power in the world, and unpleasant to have humility and apply the same critique to ourselves.

“You hypocrite, remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother’s eye.” (Mt. 7:5)

How many times I have said or done something, thinking I know what is “good, right, and proper,” only to find that my limited perspective was deficient, and I wound up being in the wrong. When we do that, we are partaking of the Fruit of Knowledge. Jesus gave us an opportunity to partake of the Fruit of Life if we would only humble ourselves enough to be innocent as little children.

“Jesus said, ‘Let the children come to me, and do not prevent them; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.'” (Mt. 19:14)

And, like little children running to their parents for help when situations get “too big,” this demands our complete surrender to God’s most perfect knowledge and loving care. Knowing and trusting in that as the only truth we can comprehend beyond self-knowledge is what it means to have faith.

Elisha knew this, too.

I’m honestly kind of impressed with myself for keeping it that concise; it’s not my usual modus operandi. However, this isn’t a “look how good I did at summarizing” post. I want to spend some more time on this topic, because I have a feeling it’s going to be a persistent theme, and it seems to bleed over into everything I touch and interact with.

I’m currently working on a new project — a tech solutions collective (coop business) that has the potential to displace the very irresponsible (and, dare I say, horrendously unethical) rapid implementation of artificial intelligence around the world while simultaneously communalizing the provision of technology services. I had to write out a “code of conduct” for the digital space I’ve carved out for this, today, and I found myself including a section that ties into this in a very real way:

We are all here to be cooperative and work together towards a common, shared interest. This is not a space for self-aggrandizement or elitism and, if we are to achieve our goals as a collective, we must be able to cooperate respectfully. To that end, the “golden rule” should be applied consciously by all members of the collective:

Treat others the way you would like them to treat you.

This means that, if you find yourself criticizing or berating someone, before you seek to have them corrected in some “official” capacity, you will be asked to imagine yourself in the same position.

[…]

As such, a “no capitalism” policy is strongly enforced. Please do not propose proprietary and/or for-profit solutions to issues the collective is managing for its clientele, nor make efforts to “market yourself” through the collective. These actions border on betrayal of a community where trust and cooperation are of utmost importance. Regardless of the circumstance, it is your cooperation, loyalty, and commitment to doing what you can, where you can, to achieve our goals and get our work done — not your skill level or “elite” status — that defines your worthiness and value in the community.

If this sounds a lot like Jesus’ exhortations that “the least among you is the greatest,” like the first century Apostolic Church, like the message that Paul preached throughout the Empire — well, it should. That’s the whole point. We, as a society, have been “doing it” wrong: we operate vertically and competitively, seeking to stand out as individuals among the “competition” of our peers in the hope that we’ll be the lucky ones who “win” and reap the rewards. And we tell ourselves, as a comforting afterthought, that everyone had the same chance; we were just “better.”

This type of toxic [hyper]individualism isn’t conducive to a peaceful or sustainable world. And it’s certainly not the kind of Godly life that Jesus taught, for which the Apostles set the bar.

Under the influence of modern liberal capitalism, we are born into and shaped by a world that presupposes this is the only way, the true and right path to success. But all I’ve ever seen it produce is pain. One person is able to hold as much wealth, personally, as an entire industry of workers1 — many of whom are forced to live above their means, finding themselves drowning in debt just to keep their lights on and feed their children, as inflation skyrockets. This should be heartbreaking; instead that one person is lauded and idolized as a “success story,” while the entire industry’s worth of workers compete aggressively with each other for the little bit of sustenance that is dangled before them. Those who perform, or are good enough at “office politics,” are given the jobs and the rest are sent to beg on the corner. My own very recent (and still ongoing) experience2 is not unique — for the tech industry, or for workers in the western world at large.

We weren’t created by God to live this way, but the devil has found his throne — to which all the world’s wealthiest show fealty.

It’s not too late for the tech industry, or for workers across the country and around the world, to turn the tides on this. But we must act swiftly. We must learn the limits of our understanding and knowledge, and keep that in mind as we collectivize. We’re not supposed to compete with each other; we’re supposed to support and uplift one another as we work together for a common goal, whether that be providing suitable technology services and solutions, or worshiping the Lord and living out the Gospel. The competitive mindset, and deliberate indoctrination of individualism, is Satan’s most efficacious attempt to foil the solidarity of God’s people, and the bankers and bosses have duly executed the same play, successfully, against the global working masses.

It does not take a gallant act of chivalry to counter this dynamic. It takes the smallest amount of humility and consideration, and the ability to identify with our collective — the Church, the worker syndicate, the global worker community — rather than with ourselves when we are doing things that could affect it, or acting as its representative.

I think the Apostle said it best:

Who is a wise man, and endued with knowledge among you? Let him shew, by a good conversation, his work in the meekness of wisdom. But if you have bitter zeal, and there be contentions in your hearts; glory not, and be not liars against the truth. For this is not wisdom, descending from above: but earthly, sensual, devilish.

For where envying and contention is, there is inconstancy, and every evil work. But the wisdom, that is from above, first indeed is chaste, then peaceable, modest, easy to be persuaded, consenting to the good, full of mercy and good fruits, without judging, without dissimulation. And the fruit of justice is sown in peace, to them that make peace. (James 3: 13-18)

It is almost ironic that the the most perfect expression of wisdom is humility.

This is the answer for building solidarity and community among the people. But it does not go so far as to assuage the fears that most people have of instability in the world. The desperation for the means of commerce that has been weaponized against the masses by ensuring that all of our essential needs must be bought lest our families starve. This is where faith comes into play.

Without a guarantee that our families will be fed, many people find it difficult to muster the courage needed to stand up to the “elites” and their ways. What if I lose my job? How will my kids eat? How will I afford my medications? We can do our very best to create alternative frameworks — like my tech collective — that provide solutions on paper. But convincing people to take the leap and do it is another matter. We are desperate, and we want the assurance that we will be okay, just like that post on Reddit began with.

But that assurance is never ours to have. That is the mystery of faith. We must be willing to trust God entirely, and take a leap of faith, if we want to inherit the rewards of faith.

We must not presume that we know what Liberty looks like. This is where we tend to stumble in our efforts to collectivize: we all want to assume our version and vision of liberation and communalization is the “true” and “correct” form, and that we must bring everyone to the same understanding we have. This doesn’t work, because it immediately places one person (all the worse when it is ourself) in a position of superiority, which violates the principles of equality. For this reason, Jesus taught that “he who is the lesser among you all, he is the greater” (Luke 9: 48).

We must come together collectively, and decide collectively, what Liberation and Community looks like, and be willing to meet in the middle. This is the approach I’m choosing for the starting point of the tech collective. I’ve gone to great lengths, as I put pen to paper and start reaching out to others about this project, to ensure that I am not establishing any principles or precepts of my own, that everything is meant to be fluid and ever-evolving, and that all — from the greatest down to the very least — have their needs met and their concerns addressed.

Perhaps, if enough people will participate and find this model effective — in the tech industry and beyond — its success (which, I believe, is guaranteed by virtue of following God’s model for organizing) will be sufficient to open the hearts and minds of others, that God may grant them the same gift of Faith that he has given me.

End Notes

  1. Estimate based on CompTIA’s State of the Tech Workforce report for 2026 which indicates that in the United States: technology work accounts for about 9.6 million workers in, or 6% of, the labor force; the median tech worker salary is $112,000 per year; the technology industry is a $2.27-trillion industry. Assuming all tech workers earn $112,000 per year (which is far from accurate), that is a cumulative of about $1.08-trillion in workers’ salaries.
  2. I touched on this a little bit in a post from last week but I will at some point write something more detailed. Essentially, after all the evidence (very clear, well-documented proof of my suspicions), I was told that the company wouldn’t be taking any action and that it found “no evidence” of violations. Their approach, and the clear nervousness of all involved in my presence, says otherwise, but that’s a story for another time.

…but what do *I* have to offer?

Some Backstory

I posted a few days ago about a… let’s call it a vision… that I’ve been slowly piecing together over the better part of two decades. I’m learning to be as direct as I can about things, but it’s difficult because I don’t want anything to be understood as being about me. I’m a dangerously selfless person: I get taken advantage of a lot, and I never seem to be able to know when to stop being so nice. And my fear of people mistaking my frankness about things I think, know, experience as being self-righteousness or egoism often keeps me from asking for help when I need it, or advocating for myself because I don’t understand quite how to read people and discern ulterior motives.

When I was in middle school, one of the few friends I had — a girl who lived a few streets over from me — told me I was “conceited” when she overheard a conversation I was having with one of the “popular kids” on the bus one morning. I don’t remember the details about the conversation (that was 26 years ago) but I remember telling this kid I was good at some subject or another so I could help him study. I was often continuously ostracized through elementary and middle school for my academic prowess, so I was overjoyed with the prospect that it finally seemed to have enough value to my peers that I wouldn’t be so… well, alone. At the time, nobody knew that I was on the spectrum because I wasn’t violent and didn’t seem “slow” — I was actually in the “gifted” program.

I never felt very “gifted.” I felt like I didn’t fit anywhere and like there was something wrong with me because of it. All the intellect in the world did me no good to understand why people couldn’t just hear the words I would say, exactly as I said them, and receive the message exactly as I was trying to communicate it; they always read superfluous intentions into things I would say and make assumptions that I was doing something because I had a motive or agenda. And this was exactly the case that day on the bus when my friend told me, point blank, “you’re so conceited.” I did not realize it, at the time, but that accusation would haunt me for the rest of my life. I would go to great pains, every day, to make minimize myself and my presence in everything. Maybe that’s why monasticism appeals so much to me.

I’m not mad about the situation and I wasn’t mad at her, then, either. I was hurt, and I didn’t understand the context; I took a literal vow of silence for the rest of the school year and didn’t speak a word from the time I boarded the school bus at 6:57am until I stepped off at 3:15pm, with the exception of private appointments with my guidance counselor (who, in hindsight, I’m quite certain didn’t even remember my name when I left her office). That girl, who was once one of the few childhood friends I had, took her own life in the early 2010s. When I found out, the memories that surfaced weren’t of us bouncing on a trampoline or practicing for the karate class we were both in. It was that day on the bus. But I didn’t feel vindicated. I was sad. I was sad because I never told her it was okay, and that she didn’t have to feel bad for it, because I know she did. I know she knew, no sooner than the words left her lips and reached my ears, that she cut deep.

I still pray for her, sometimes. And I still struggle to pray for myself; even when its God I’m asking, I struggle to center myself enough to ask for help. “Am I being selfish?” “What about the people who have so much less than me?” “I don’t want to be a burden.” Of course, God seems to know and understand this, and has found other ways of guiding me, even when I don’t know how to ask for help, by communicating things directly to me through wisdom and faith… but then I struggle with wondering whether those “messages” are genuinely from God, or if it’s just my ego wanting to think it has the answer.

I wrote about that struggle last week. After weeks of carrying anxiety over a work situation, which has slowly been building for two years, my only choice was to listen. The message was clear: trust God, He’s got this; let go. So I did. And it immediately helped me feel better. The worry and anxiety are still there, but they don’t reach me, now. Not the way they did. So I trusted more, and wrote about the vision — an idea for a community of misfits not unlike myself who, after “flunking out” of life in the world, are ready to surrender and give our lives to God, inspired by the Apostolic Church, the Benedictine monasteries of the “Dark Ages,” and the work of Peter Maurin and Dorothy Day. I have no idea how this will materialize, but I know I need to put it out there if I ever want it to.

And, oh, do I hope it will.

So What Do I Have to Offer?

I first felt a calling to the monastic life ten years ago. In an e-mail to the priest of the parish I’m slowly grounding myself in, I even lamented my stupidity of walking away all those years ago. Not only did the world “chew me up and spit me out,” it missed the spittoon and I landed in a pile of rubbish. But since writing that, I’ve been granted a little bit of clarity on why that experience was necessary. I touched on it a little in those things I’ve written, over the last couple weeks. But now I have to address the hardest thing in all of this: my role. What am I able to offer such a community?

On one hand, in the world, I’ve been both a tech worker and a carpenter, and those are very real skills I can bring to such a community. Marketable skills, that could be used to raise money to fund the “monastery” (if you could call it that; I’m not sure what it would be called — Peter Maurin called them “rural communes” but I feel like this needs to have a much stronger spiritual element than “rural commune” suggests, more akin to the Benedictine Rule). That’s all good, great, and fine, but it’s not what God is calling me to do for Him.

And here I am, a twelve-year old on the bus, telling the world what my intellect can do to serve others.

If you know me, you probably know that I’m a philosophy nerd. I don’t just appreciate reading forgotten tomes of archaic wisdom; I do philosophy every day. It’s how I write code (logical philosophy), how I analyze the world (metaphysics), how I decide how to interact with people (ethics), and how I discern what information I should assimilate as knowledge (epistemology). I still haven’t finished my degree (it’s a slow going process; part time study means I should be done sometime in the next 3-5 years) but I already excel in practical philosophy, and I can hold my own in philosophical discussion. I recent had a course review following an ethics class, and I successfully argued that Kant’s categorical imperative needs to be understood in the context of his theological disposition; that his conception of a metaphysical dimension of objective ethics necessitates theological presumptions, but providing that makes it workable (for the record, I couldn’t stand Kant when I started my studies!)

But let’s take this a step further. For the past five years, I’ve also been a pedagogue for two kids (well, one of them is grown, now) in a home school situation. Both of them, like me, are on the high-functioning end of the spectrum. During the first year of this experience, I discovered the classical education model, rooted in the liberal arts tradition. The oldest, now twenty, is building his own career-ready portfolio in computer science; the youngest, seven, reads better than most middle school children and will be exploring computer programming and introductory Latin, and knows more about black holes and quantum physics than I do. The best part about this experience is that it has never required me to be “smart:” I get to learn with them, cooperatively, and fill in the gaps I missed in my own conception of the seven liberal arts (grammar, logic, and rhetoric, comprising the trivium, and arithmetic, geometry, music, and astronomy, comprising the quadrivium), which I have come to understand as a lifelong process of learning and enrichment.

I believe this is what God intended for academics and the continuity of human knowledge. A fluid experience, for those whom He so gifts, that becomes a lifetime process of assimilating knowledge about ourselves and the world, through which we can come to know Him better, and that we may pass on to the next generation to bend and shape according to their needs, so that they, too, can know Him in their own way, according to their own needs.

The icing on the cake? Their mother1 has started listening to me talk about theology. When I read Bible stories and tales of the Saints to the little one before bed, she asks questions about God and Jesus, and wants to understand. She used to hate it when I made sounds that even remotely resembled the Gospel. I have long-since accepted that we cannot have the happy-ever-after husband-and-wife story I used to imagine; but I’m starting to understand that maybe God didn’t bring us together for that in the first place. I think it was for something better.

Just like the liberal arts with the next generation, talking with her about theology is a cooperative learning exercise. I realize that I understand the Catholic Faith much better than I ever thought; but it also grounds me the understand that I don’t have to know all the answers. I’m not afraid to say “let me get the Catechism…” — and that tells me that I’ve internalized and am acting on the lesson God gave me as a caution against Gnosticism and hubris. And I’d like to think that, in spite of all that has transpired, I might have succeeded in giving her the greatest gift I can imagine giving anyone: faith.

Last week, when I was exploring the website of the parish I’m attaching myself to, I found a useful tool they shared: a spiritual gifts assessment. It’s about fifty questions, and the score helps you identify what gifts God has endowed you with. It suggests selecting the three highest scores, but I seem to had 4, all tied with a score of “12” (the highest possible score): Faith, Prophecy, Teaching, and Wisdom.

To me, Faith makes perfect sense. At the times in my life when I’ve been “lowest,” when Faith was all I had, it was enough. And even when I’ve been in grave error about the nature of God and His work, even when I’ve been over-burdened by anxiety and unable to think clearly enough to express it, I have never had less than an overflowing glass of Faith.

But the other three? Wisdom? Uh… I’m a moron. Look at my life! Would a wise person be in this mess? Prophecy? No, no, no. I can’t even trust myself to know what to make for dinner; how can I trust myself to discern and relay God’s advice? These are gifts that great men and women through the ages have been given. Me, on the other hand: I’m competing for gold in the “train wreck” event.

And Teaching? My mother used to tell me I should never be a teacher, under any circumstances. “You’re just not a teacher; you have no patience.”

The point is, never, in a million years, would I have pegged myself in this kind of role; in any of these roles. I’m a nobody, a disaster of a person, and about as hopeless as it gets. I still shy away from the prospect of expressing that I possess any “talents” or “gifts,” and I don’t believe I have much to offer, even if my predilections suggest otherwise.

However. The one thing I’m absolutely certain of is that God blew up my life — again — in all the right ways, at the same time, to put me in a position to evaluate what I’m supposed to be doing. And I don’t know what that particular thing is supposed to be, but I know that the reward is beautiful, peaceful, and fulfilling. And whatever it is, I will do whatever He wants me to, to get it.

Endnotes

  1. This is an interesting situation. One of my first clues that God was doing something with/through me, over a year before my conversion experience (and largely responsible for my ultimate surrender to God’s will), was discovering my wife was having an affair. This wasn’t just someone I married because I was going through the motions; I was head-over-heals in love with her and I had poured my heart and soul into this relationship. I was a born romantic, and it was one of the things that largely defined who I was. When I found out, I was deeply hurt, and to say I wasn’t angry would be a lie, but I kept my temper well (I learned to rely on God for temperance many, many years ago, even if I didn’t wholly get my conception of God right), and I found that I was not nearly as devastated as I had been. Our romance had long since faded. Months later, she confessed to me that her feelings evolved into a more sibling-ish format years before. The more I think about it, the more this made sense. When I decided to come “Home to Rome” (as I often say), one of my first questions was “what do I do with this?” The doctrine of “like brother-and-sister,” even though it wasn’t exactly garnered to our situation, fit well, and it has allowed us to provide two boys with a stable, normal home life, and remain the closest of friends in the wake of a perilous relationship. I think it was good for both of us, to be honest. Since giving in and surrendering, and having my conversation experience, I have largely lost any interest or inclination for romance, anyway; it seems that God has other plans. 🙂

A Community of Lost Sheep and Prodigal Children

Create a monastic-type community – inclusive of daily prayer and liturgy, the Sacramental life, and an orientation towards service, based on Catholic social teaching. Follow Jesus’ example to serve and lift up “the least of these” – those who are lost, having been rejected and abandoned by the world. Welcome all, but they must be willing to begin with obedience, to grow in faith, hope, and charity, if the community is to be successful. Let them be guided in the faith, their needs met, and given jobs and educated according to their desires, but ever under the guidance of God and embodying the obedience of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

In part, this represents the type of community I wish would have been available to me when I was at my worst. The rehabilitative approach is based on the two decades-long experience that has slowly brought me closer to God and a realization that the liberation and social justice I have long sought to realize in the world has always been a reality with God in the Church since Christ came in the flesh. However, both the personal and social rehabilitation God offers is not as easy as “joining the collective;” it demands genuine faith and conviction.

I have always wanted to have that kind of faith but it’s not as easy as just saying, “yes, I believe.” It took me years to come to terms with it, then years of apostasy to end up right back where I was, then a few more months of discernment and contemplative prayer to put the pieces together, before I reached my “St. Thomas the Apostle moment,” wherein I could say, “my Lord and my God! I believe!” A great deal of my struggle was facilitated by the world’s penchant for presenting “counter offers” to the faith that sustained me through many periods when I was forced to be wholly dependent on God’s providence. It came in cycles: I would spend months or years with nothing, wholly dependent on God; I was, at different times, a folk-punk “train kid” and anarcho-activist, the bearer of the burden of failed careers and wasted tuition, and a homeless griever of lost time and failed relationships. God would intervene, things would get better, and I would get a small bit of stability.

But when the time came to commit my life to God, I would get nervous and the world would miraculously offer some temptation – wealth, knowledge, adventure, influence, whatever was appealing in the moment – and I would get pulled away from the very real faith I had survived on for months or years. Recently, I beat myself up for months over my impetuosity and inability to commit when I had every opportunity. It was a mistake. But perhaps it was also a lesson – a final experience I needed to hear the call clear enough to understand the request. I believe that to be the case, but I will not “lighten up” on myself, lest I be led astray again by worldly comforts.

A large part of this is an intentional immersion into that holistic dependence on God, rather than the typical quest to eventually replace or augment it with “worldly stability.” While traditional paths of social support, recovery communities, and mutual aid collectives focus on guiding the afflicted through their struggle just until they regain enough stability to be “released” back into the world, this goes in a different direction: providing a permanent (or semi-permanent) “home base” for those who are the right fit, based on the faith and lifestyles of the first century Apostolic Church and drawing inspiration from the Monastic scholars of the “Dark Ages” and the Catholic Worker movement begun by Dorothy Day and Peter Maurin in the 20th century.

The “vision” is of a community led by monks, nuns, oblates, and third ordinaries, assisted by clergy and laity willing to donate their time and talents as they are able. It is a community for those who are capable yet would be matriculated into the system, institutionalized, or abandoned by secular society: the “traveling kids” and anarcho-activists, the unemployed college graduates saddled with thousands in student loan debt, those called to vocations yet trapped by desperation and fear. They are not beyond grace; though the world has rejected them, God has and will not. Modern individualism and neoliberal capitalism have led astray many who might otherwise be willing to come, penitent and contrite, to find God and obey him; it keeps them desperate and fills them full of false hope: if they could only “get it right,” they, too, could have all the world has to offer. Therefore, let us be the instruments through which God reaches them in their time of need to welcome them and, like the Apostolic Church, devote our time to prayer and the breaking of bread, in anticipation of Christ’s return.

He that receiveth you, receiveth me: and he that receiveth me, receiveth him that sent me. […] whosoever shall give to drink to one of these little ones a cup of cold water only in the name of a disciple, amen I say to you, he shall not lose his reward. (Douay-Rheims Bible, Matt. 10:40, 42)

Peter Maurin and Dorothy Day worked tirelessly to establish the Catholic Worker movement, and envisioned houses and communities where the faithful might go to live in community, serve those in need, and build the foundations of a new society based on Catholic social teaching and the Benedictine initiatives that preserved western civilization after the collapse of the Roman Empire. Their vision was largely and essentially a recreation of the earliest Church as described in Acts of the Apostles (2: 44-47, 4: 32-35) and they proved its efficacy in their time. Yet, as the world has shifted since their departure to the Heavenly kingdom, the Catholic Worker movement has been forced to make concessions to secular demands that have diluted the movement’s efficacy, and largely stripped it of its spiritual component.

This isn’t to say that all Catholic Worker houses should (re-)adopt a more monastic and Church-oriented approach to their missions and ministries. On the contrary; those collectives are already doing a great deal of the necessary work… but I believe God is now urging us to focus our efforts on the next step: the establishment of what Peter Maurin called “rural communes”, complementing the Catholic Worker houses that fulfill his definition of “urban hospitality houses,” and “agronomic universities” – these three elements comprising the foundations of his vision for the “Green Revolution” (Holland, 2015).

Providing education in the darkest of times is a long-held monastic tradition, going back to the Benedictine monks who preserved culture, community, and the artes liberales through the Dark Ages after the collapse of the Roman Empire. For the younger residents, we would provide education based on a classical curriculum (much like the monastery schooling of the Middle Ages; coincidentally, this is something I have recently discovered I have an innate talent for), while older youths and adults could find and take advantage of vocationally-oriented training that prepares them for a Godly life, whether permanently in the community or beyond its walls.

Just as St. Benedict demanded of his monks a balance of work and prayer, members of the community would be required to negotiate and commit to a bare minimum of spiritual immersion that suits them. The religious element – while not necessarily suitable for all as a vocation – is the basis of this way of life, and the key to the personal transformation it offers and it must be accepted willingly and cheerfully (not with reluctance, or by compulsion). The community at large must remain focused on its role to support and guide those already willing whom God leads to us, not to force those who are as yet not willingly obedient to capitulate and submit. This shouldn’t be misunderstood as advocating hard-line discipline, so that fear of punishment becomes a motivator, but rather that we are seeking those who are already broken, willing to surrender and accept correction, and make their best efforts to be obedient to God as He works through the community.

The community mustn’t be a public spectacle. Referrals must come through the Church. Because a spiritual element is necessary, and our role is not to force these people to come to God, they must already be seeking Him and believe the Church can help. We cannot afford to entertain the half-hearted efforts of those who believe it is simply an “easy” or “convenient” option – not because they are “less than,” but because their lackluster threatens both the stability of the community and the welfare of its members. When they have been beaten down enough by the world to finally surrender – just as I had been – they will be welcomed with open arms. Until then, we must allow them the same freedom God has given to each of us to choose, or reject, His way, and entrust them to His care while they are “in the world.” This dynamic, expressed so beautifully in Jesus’ “Parable of the Prodigal Son”, is so critical that it has provided the working title for this little project (another parable – “Parable of the Lost Sheep” – has also been considered; I leave the final choice to the community at large; perhaps they will have even more creative ideas)1.

The Boys Town ministry founded by Msgr. Edward Flannigan might be an excellent example to learn and draw inspiration from. I would not have known about this particular ministry had it not been for a well-timed post on Reddit months ago (and I would be lying if I said I didn’t believe God guided me to that information).

Our community must be as self-sufficient as possible — community farming; essential skills to maintain operations (education, nursing, carpenters and plumbers and electricians, etc.) being handled “internally” whenever possible; etc. — with economics only being adopted inasmuch as it is unavoidable (i.e. utilities, sourcing supplies, taxes, etc.), to be shared collectively by the residents by offering their various skills as they are able and most or all of their earnings being paid to the community2. Even if we must start with nothing, we should promote and/or endeavor to facilitate:

  • a chapel with ordained ministry and duly commissioned laity; some trained and able to provide counseling and spiritual direction
  • farms and livestock for food production, with a goal of total subsistence (perhaps even with overflow to send to other ministries like urban CW houses and food banks); all participate in maintaining farms inasmuch as they are able
  • animal-friendly and eco-centric lifestyle welcoming companion animals and advocating recycling, renewable energy, environmentally-sound lifestyles, etc.
  • educational resources — classical liberal arts education as per the Benedictine tradition; on-site libraries; mentoring/apprenticeship in job skills; strong cooperation with Catholic universities to facilitate higher education if possible
  • liaisons and trained support for services “of the world,” like medical care and counseling; not to replace the need for such services but to help facilitate them as individuals have need (i.e., nursing assistants who can provide support to someone recovering from a surgical procedure; someone with paralegal experience who can guide newcomers through handling any outstanding legal issues before they commit to a long-term or permanent stay; counselling for younger residents who have come from a troubled past)

The spiritual life of the community can be modeled on the prayer rules, commitments, liturgical traditions, etc., of avowed monastic communities to provide structure, orientation, and spiritual continuity with the Church at large. The Benedictine, Franciscan, and Discalced Carmelite traditions have all been very influential in my own devotional life and I have always endeavored to embody a commitment to service and poverty as spiritual virtues; more recently I have included chastity and obedience, recognizing their necessity in my own spiritual growth. This has been an essential component of my own experience of conversion, and the ongoing experience of being formed by God to serve His will in the world. Community members should be willing to forego wealth (owning land, businesses, etc. – those things which are generally considered private property; this is to say nothing of personal belongings, which comprise a different matter) for distributism or communalism, and romantic relationships for charity, and should be committed to obedience to God inasmuch as his will is made known through the community.

In secular terminology, this could be considered an anarchist community in the mutualist (Proudhon) and communist (Kropotkin) tradition, but with the crucial influence of Catholic social teaching and spirituality. The religious element is essential. If we must make a non-religious justification for this, let it be that the Catholic Faith establishes, at the very least, a basic spiritual-ethical framework that ensures the community need not debate political philosophies (as the Church has already proven this over centuries of success with this exact framework). Such debate, considering the demographic of people we are aiming to help, this would easily become more a hindrance than a help. A more philosophically-inclined discussion of the cohesion of Catholicism with anarchist philosophy is provided in the essay, Catholic Anarcho-mutualism.

It has only been very recently that I have understood that this vision is one that God has been inspiring and pulling me to commit to for, give or take, two decades. At one time or another, I have been one of millions around the world who could have benefited from such a community. Since my conversion experience, I have longed for nothing more than a life that is filled with God’s presence in every way, and building such a community feels like an unshakable need. At the peak of my apostasy, even, I still longed for a community like the Church of the Apostolic era, and at the times I have been closest to God, I have wanted nothing less than to fully immerse myself in the sacramental life of prayer and service. As the world spirals further out of control every moment, and thousands are left struggling every day, then I pray that the right people may be brought together to manifest this idea in accordance with His will.

You may notice that I have intentionally avoiding giving my name or any identifying details of myself anywhere on this website; that’s intentional. I don’t want credit for this concept, or for any of the things I achieve in this life. All the good that I have wrought has been by His grace, and the credit is due to God, not to me, and this project is no different.

Endnotes

  1. I have recently been made aware that both “Community of the Prodigal Sons” and “Lost Sheep Koinonia” (koinonia being a synonym for community) are in use by other groups in the global Catholic community, so whether either of these is suitable and acceptable is beyond my scope of understanding. I leave the final decision on a name, along with its patrons and other emblems, to those to whom the community will belong long after my passing.
  2. The suggestion to receive payment for services rendered through the community must also not be a hard-line and non-negotiable mandate. It is meant to reduce the stress and burden on individuals, by sharing the economic burden (just as the Church in Acts did) inasmuch as members are willing. However, in keeping with the principles of voluntaryism, it must be the choice of the individual, not a compulsory demands of the community, that determines each individual’s degree of economic communalism. Members who do not wish to participate in this way should be permitted to work out their own arrangements for contributing a fair and manageable amount off their earnings and/or labor to the community.

Sources

Holland, Joe. Peter Maurin’s Ecological Lay Monasticism. 2015. Pacem in Terris Press. Washington, DC.


Catch-22: trusting God while distrusting myself

The last several weeks have been a trying time for me, evidenced not least by my lack of writing, here — I’m sorry! (I don’t actually know if anyone reads this, but it’s a good exercise for me, and at the very least, I’m apologizing to myself for denying myself that catharsis.) I have not handled life “in the world” well since choosing this path over pursuing a monastic vocation about a decade ago. Not for lack of trying, but I just don’t seem to be “wired” for the world and I chalked that up to “just sucking at life” for a long time. However, the past couple months have abounded with synchronicity and coincidence to a degree that I can no longer deny divine intervention.

People often get put off with the idea of discomfort as part of God’s action in the world. I used to be one of them, but I think that’s the wrong approach. I have a motivation problem; not that I don’t want to do things so much as I struggle to make the first move towards something. Whether because I don’t like change or because I’m afraid people with think I’ve lost the plot when I tell them, “I dunno; it’s God’s idea, not mine” — it doesn’t really matter why. But sometimes, the only way to get me to move is to force me to do so. Something has to catalyze the action but when it finally does, I generally adapt very well. The past week is a perfect example.

The actual “catastrophe” was a job-related situation. Since it’s under investigation, I can’t say anything of any detail, but let’s just say I caught someone — who should not have been — digging in the proverbial cookie jar. I’m a coder, so take that as you will. It’s not a massive catastrophe, but it goes a little beyond “so-and-so ate my lunch.” I reached out to HR but, since I appear to have been the “tool” for the manipulation that was being attempted (one of my neurodivergent quirks is that I trust people maybe more than I should), this immediately spawned a second inquiry into my own mistreatment. To be honest, I couldn’t care less; I’m not an “office politics person” and I do much better when I’m just giving a clear and concrete list of tasks to complete, and sent off to live in my coder cave for a month while I work on them. However, after having enough sleep over the primary issue, I decided I needed to finally let HR in; then the anxiety over the personal problem set it, and I sent a second e-mail to HR. I immediately felt better about the situation at work, but this works like a domino effect, and it led to new anxieties.

This situation is, as far as I can tell, irreconcilable for me. In a best-case scenario, I may be able to move to another department, assuming my reputation for being a “rules snob” hasn’t already circulated via the aforementioned office politic. More than likely, I’ll find myself looking for a new job because, even if there isn’t any direct retaliation for this, I have glanced behind the proverbial curtain and seen how deep the rabbit hole goes; I don’t know if I can realistically trust anyone I might work with, elsewhere, to continue working here without taking a toll on my mental health. And if I’m being honest, this job has been needling away at my mental health for some time — two years, maybe — anyway. It’s time to move on. I know this, and have known it for a while, now. I just have no idea what I’m going to do.

And that brings me to the next problem: I live in an expensive city, in an expensive state, in an expensive country. Losing my job without something else lined up is going to ruin me. And I’m not really worried about me; if it was just me, I would be content, even excited, to be stripped back down to nothing. I have mentioned, before, that one of the happiest times in my life was being homeless. But the young lad who depends on me, and my other (adult) dependents didn’t sign up for that. I’m already in a pickle, economically, between bills I can’t pay, a poor credit score, and an ever-increasing cost of living. The average middle-class family of four in this area needs almost twice the income I currently make (which is not a negligible amount) to maintain a decent quality of life.

The part that bothers me the most about this is that I’m not a unique case. There are probably hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of families in this same predicament. When I pace around my living room, asking myself out loud what I’m going to do in a dozen different ways as if one will magically summon an answer, what I’m really asking is, “what are we going to do?” We, as the collective working class1 of the world, have been put in an impossible position in which, at any given point in time, one small disaster could result in our lives being completely demolished and irreparably broken. And it only seems to get worse with each passing generation. In times like this, I cannot help but think back to the time I spent as a vagrant “traveling kid” and how liberating it was not to want or need more wealth than what I could earn at my part-time job as a kennel technician.

Something has to give. There needs to be some kind of change: a solution that doesn’t just alleviate immediate problems at the high cost of spawning new (and often bigger) ones. So, as I find myself in the familiar position of trying to spruce up my resume, I also find myself entertaining a secondary strand of thought: my vocational calling. On one hand, this feels irresponsible — shouldn’t I be focusing on securing stability? — but on the other, as I mentioned, certain things seem to be lining up in a way only God can ensure, and a voice in the back of my help keeps urging me to trust Him.

I think I know what I’m supposed to do. Or at least, where I’m supposed to start. And if I can find and assemble all the pieces quickly enough, it would resolve a great many difficulties — not just for me, but for a handful of other families in similar situations. And I want to trust God, and surrender everything to Him. I’m tired and as far as “life in the world” goes, I’m cooked — I have no desire, whatsoever, to continue trying to “make something of myself” or “carve out my niche.” What I’ve been doing for the better part of the last decade has never been for me; the work and money and worldly acclaim has never brought me any happiness — but it made life bearable and comfortable for a few people who trusted me to provide for them, and that brought me happiness.

But I’m scared. Not to throw it all in on trusting God, but that I might be wrong in my intuitions about this. I’ve been wrong so many times before, when I was so certain I was right. I’ve eaten the Fruit of Knowledge, of Gnosis, and been burned by it over and over. So how do I know that what I think I know, this time, is actually God’s will and urging? How can I be sure this isn’t just another instance of my own ego — or Satan, if you prefer2 — tempting me to think I know or understand something that, in reality, I’m still as ignorant of as I ever was? I’ve become so anxious about falling back into that “trap” that I’ve gone from Gnostic to “doubting Thomas” — where even if God were to reach down from Heaven and tap me on the shoulder, I would demand more confirmation and evidence just to assuage my fears and confirm that I’m not completely losing my mind.

The mention of the apostle is deliberate. Today was the Feast of St. Thomas the Apostle. As I read the entry in my copy of Lives of the Saints, I find that I share quite a bit in common with “the doubter,” beyond just the struggle for certainty. Thomas was a passionate and zealous follower of Jesus during his earthly ministry, and in addition to his famed capacity to question what is right in front of him, he was impetuous, and filled with anxiety. When Jesus told the disciples he was going to prepare a place for them, that they knew the place and the way, Thomas immediately pleaded, “What?!? How? We don’t understand!” — I’m paraphrasing, of course! Tonight in my prayers before bed, I’ll be pleading in my own way.

At the same time, this weekend, Jesus offers a reassurance of his own. On Sunday, in the Gospel, we will hear his words to a crowd of disciples:

Take up my yoke upon you, and learn of me, because I am meek, and humble of heart: and you shall find to your souls. For my yoke is sweet and my burden light. (Douay-Rheims Bible, Matt. 11: 29-30)

This is a genuinely beautiful exhortation that I often recall when I’m feeling anxious, even when it as far-flung in the lectionary from my present as possible. It is also not the only place this sentiment is echoed; I read Luke 12: 22-31 to my little one earlier tonight before bed — it wasn’t intentional, it just happened to be the next story in his Children’s Bible, and this parallels Matthew 6: 26-34, which concludes with, “sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.”

This past Sunday, as the kickoff to my “catalyst week,” I heard the story of Elijah granting an old widow a child in gratitude for her hospitality as the first reading during the Mass. She put her faith in him as a prophet, and reaped “a prophet’s reward,” as Jesus described it in the week’s Gospel reading. There, Jesus says plainly:

And he that taketh not up his cross, and followeth me, is not worthy of me. He that findeth his life, shall lose it: and he that shall lose his life for me, shall find it. (Douay-Rheims Bible, Matt. 10:38-39)

I mentioned, early on in this excerpt, that one of the reasons I cannot deny God’s intervention in my life at this point is the astonishing amount of synchronicity and coincidence that seems to occur in spite of the odds. I have no reason to doubt God’s influence — I have experienced it first hand many times before, despite my hard-heartedness and stupidity (it’s okay, I’m fine calling it what it is!) — and I’m not even struggling to accept it and believe. However, my own faults and susceptibility to the temptations of pride and knowledge keep me apprehensive. I’ve finally figured out enough to know what to believe, and I’m terrified of losing so much more by falling back into my old bad habits.

It feels like a “catch-22” and I’m not even sure what to do with that. Pray for me.

Endnotes

  1. When I say “working class,” I’m not specifically referring to the “blue collar” notion of working class, but of the broad spectrum of workers ranging from laborers to doctors and nurses who cannot afford not to work. In other words, if you can’t quit your job and live indefinitely off existing wealth and interest, then you are part of the working class; you have to work to survive. As the billionaire class absorbs and hoards more wealth from the working class, the nature of this survival becomes less and less comfortable; eventually we will reach a point where even the most prestigious workers will be priced out of anything but their basic necessities, and I don’t even want to think about what that means for the rest of us.
  2. At the peak of my descent into Gnosticism, I rejected the idea of Satan as an external being, interpreting the devil as merely anthropomorphic expression of our own inner misgivings: pride, hubris, ego, etc. My conversion experience turned this upside down, as I suddenly understood how this force is a very real, external influence on our lives now and throughout all of human history. But I cannot help but wonder if there wasn’t some truth, partial though it may be, in my old deductions: if God is the Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, would it not stand to reason that the devil might be a hellish sire (Satan), a worldly heir (and, admittedly, I’m at a loss to identify this one), and an incorporeal anti-spirit (the ego)? I don’t dwell on this, because I’ve spent enough of my life wasting thought on unholy things that become irrelevant when we turn our hearts towards God, but it does occasionally pique my curiosity for a brief moment.

Belief, Faith, and Conviction

[The following reflections were inspired by some of the material in Symbolon, Part I, on Formed]

I have always believed in something. That was never in question, for me. But the what that functioned as the object of that belief wasn’t always clear. Sometimes I was close (ish)… more often, I was farther than I could have imagined. And just because I wanted to believe in something doesn’t mean I had faith; just saying “I believe in…” doesn’t necessarily mean anything more than having an idea that sounds good. This was one of my biggest problems. The more my conception of God became based on my ideas, the less real faith I had. This is the biggest problem with the idea that my ideas are a suitable substitute for the Magisterium of the collective Church because they’re “personal revelation” — more on that later.

I’ve already explored why the idea that we can know something with any absolute certainty is a problem. If we want to get down to brass tacks, this knowing — this “gnosis” — is at the heart of my own pattern of sinful behavior (and, I’d venture to guess many others’). From this certainty of “knowing,” I claimed — unworthy though I am — the right to judge and condemn, to form opinion that influenced aesthetics, to declare what is ethical and just. And yet, no matter how much I wanted to think I knew these things, that knowledge was vested not in an objective truth but in my own conception.

To “believe” something in this context means that I have chosen a belief because it suits my perceptions, needs, and rationale. It has not been (and cannot be) proven so, from an epistemological perspective, it’s already incorrect to call it “knowledge” but that’s another matter. Whatever it’s appeal, I assented to it — willingly and freely — and made it mine. It became my belief but that doesn’t mean I had any faith in it. Beliefs that validate and empower the ego are particularly powerful, because as long as our ego is comfortable and doesn’t have to confront the invalidity of the belief, it has no reason to question it; if it can convince others of the belief, so that they reinforce it by corroboration (the “echo chamber” effect), it becomes even more established.

What’s more, a lot of this “gnosis” is self-perpetuating and self-reinforcing; it’s circular logic, meant to “prove” itself, protected by the assertion that it’s personal nature only makes it valid in a particular context so when it doesn’t hold water, the problem isn’t the belief — it’s the context. This is true for all Gnostic heresies: when an authority challenges them, the authority must be wrong because it doesn’t have the right context. It’s the same problem, from the opposite end of the spectrum, that materialists who use science to “prove” materialism (*cough* Richard Dawkins *cough*) fall into. But it was not even by the power of epistemological scrutiny that I came to realize my own error. Which brings me back to the difference between simply holding a belief, and having faith in that belief.

How do you differentiate between a belief and faith?

The Test of Faith

Most people, as long as they’re comfortable, will say that they have faith in their beliefs, especially if they sound good, if they appeal to others, or if they garner rewards — and I am no different. My beliefs shifted on a near daily basis because I did not have an authority to measure them up to, or to hold me accountable. And I thought this was normal; as long as I managed to justify why what I believed (or wanted to believe) was acceptable to God as I understood Him, I could validate those idea to myself. This became particularly problematic when I had to start questioning the ontology of morality.

When beliefs stop being rewarding, especially if they begin to draw ire and resentment or fail to deliver on their promises, I could abandon them, no questions asked and no strings attached. That’s not faith. I did, in fact, have faith in something, but I didn’t want to admit that for a long, long time, because that meant the things I had allowed myself to believe were inherently flawed. Yet, when life was good, I felt perfectly justified in exploring these beliefs, trying them on like clothes and keeping the ones that suited me in the moment while rejecting those that didn’t.

I fell into Gnosticism deeply for a long time, which might be the magnum opus of my heresy. I explored occultism and paganism, Buddhism and Hinduism, pantheism, and even “spiritual but not religious,” at various times. I persistently denied the faith I naturally held, always, somewhere deep within, to gratify the desires of my mind and ego. Maybe that’s Satan’s temptation at work, but I still retained agency — and I should have known better.

My faith is always strongest when I have nothing to inflate my ego, nothing to be haughty or prideful about, and no glory of my own. Every good thing, when you have nothing in the world, is a gift from God to be enjoyed in the moment, and then returned back into the world. This wasn’t something I hadn’t experienced — I had… several times. It was always at times when my pride and the world’s assessment of me would say I was “a failure.” Times when I was homeless, when I was incarcerated and institutionalized, when I was in financial ruin and drowning in debt and bill collections. Times when I didn’t have anything to be proud of. In those times, I never had a problem denying the temptations of Gnosticism, in whatever form they came.

I came so close to “getting it” in 2016-17, and I was ready to complete RCIA and pursue a monastic vocation. Temptation came, and I passed from grace again. What makes this particularly painful is that, for a long time, it felt right. I was able to disregard the goodness that I knew, for a good I thought I could do. All I had to do was figure out how to package up my faith in a box of beliefs that appealed to someone who was tragically averse to Christianity. Instead of recognizing the testing of my own faith, I saw a challenge to bring someone else to believe in something… anything. And that someone else was as egocentric as I was.

However, Christianity is only really off-putting to people who are not receptive to unconditional love and trusting others; that is, after all, what it means to have faith in God. We are not called to redefine God for people who don’t want to hear the message; we are called to love others and Jesus — the Word made Flesh — loved us. Nonetheless, I thought I knew better, so I picked different paradigms to put God in, and I set to work.

Slowly, I cracked the hard outer shell of aversion to religion in my partner but, in the process, I also claimed more and more worldly benefit, so I relaxed my belief structure some more. By the time the affair happened, I was already on my way back to the Church, but I hadn’t yet abandoned my proclivity to “know,” so I only came back as far as the Episcopal Church. The doctrine of via media and the justification of personal revelation held by Anglicans makes this “okay,” dogmatically speaking. It didn’t matter; the fuse was lit.

When the affair came to light, and I lost the one thing I had put my trust in as my confirmation that I was “right,” everything collapsed. I tried to hold it together by rejecting religion altogether for a year or so. Then the test got harder and I began losing what little control I had over my life. Finally, I realized that if I continued to proceed in this way, it was going to start hurting the children (and cats) I adored more than anything else in this world: I could endure anything brought upon myself — that was easy for me — but they didn’t deserve to get dragged through the muck behind me. I needed help, but I had nobody and nowhere to turn towards: my determination to allow for personal gnosis to trump communal consensus meant that I had no community to depend on for support because all the people who were just like me, were just like me: alone.

Faith prevails

The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has been unable to overcome it.

John 1:5 (New Catholic Bible)

This was the real test of faith. Not of belief, not of reason, and not of “gnosis,” but faith in all of them. I failed the test. I had no faith in the things I was concluding and rationalizing; how could I? I had reduced everything to myths and stories, philosophy, and “poetic wisdom,” but all of that only applied subjectively to me. I did the only thing I could think of: I prayed. I finally gave up, and I prayed — not for what I wanted; not for my marriage to be repaired, or for the worldly means to resolve my problems, and not for God to just make it all okay. Instead, I prayed for direction and guidance, for courage and wisdom to face my demise, and for the path to redemption to be made available for me afterward.

God answered. Very clearly, in fact, with an immediate direction to reconcile myself with the Catholic Church. Now, when I say “answered” and “direction,” I need to be explicit. This wasn’t a “hallucination” of some sort — I didn’t hear or see anything outwardly, nor was it some kind of wild inference from a collection of “signs” and “omens” that I could read any number of meanings into and that just happened to be convenient. Oh, no. I’m sure God was well aware of the hardness of my heart and mind, and made sure this was something I could not reject or misinterpret in any way. Instead, what I got was an immediate and overwhelming sense of calm and peace, coupled with an onslaught of specific memories surfacing all at once that made sure the right dots would connect to put the story of my life in place. Remember, I have been all over the map of religion and philosophy; as devoted to God as I have always been, the boxes I have tried to put Him in at various times have been very contradictory and weren’t always hallmarked by “memorable” experiences: the last thing I wanted, at the time, was something to tell me I was wrong about it and, yet, that is exactly what I got. Once he had my attention, the thought surfaced as if it was my own, despite being nothing remotely close to what I wanted or expected: “home to Rome.”

I wrote briefly about that experience in my About page; the effect of that experience was my first experience with true conversion. I had faith, and even though I ran away from it, it was still there when I was ready to give in. God didn’t abandon me; I abandoned Him — and His love, being unconditional as it is, proved to me just how human I was.

In the days and weeks that followed, a series of “revelatory epiphanies” took place — my own mystical conversion. First, I understood how Christ’s Church was already the epitome of an anarcho-mutualist society; shortly thereafter, the problem of schisms — and why things like the Protestant reformation were detrimental to that mission — was made obvious through my own experience of a broken marriage. Then came the understanding that the Fall was (at least in part) a problem of epistemological ontology — the misconception that we can “know” anything for certain that isn’t ours to know — and how that gives birth to dichotomies of sin, such as the sins of vanity (Abel) and pride and jealousy (Cain); the resolution being not the complete rejection of one at the expense of the other, but a median (think Aristotle’s virtues on a cosmic scale)

This seems incongruent, but it was a necessary foundation for both God to penetrate my arrogance and ego, and eventually to draw my assent to its the Church’s Magisterium. Around that time, I discovered that Dorothy Day had been submitted for canonization (and her case is progressing!) and, immediately thereafter, global politics drove Pope Leo XIV to become the dominant opposition to institutional corruption and the proliferation of AI. That got my attention enough to break through my ego and I started listening to God and praying regularly again. Not the God I wanted to know nor the doctrines I wanted to believe, but the God I needed and an institutional religion that I could have real faith in.

It seems like something small, but it was sufficient for me surrender my own agenda completely at that point. As soon as I let go of the need I had to “know” anything, I was able to proceed without knowing. I was able to have faith in something. And it was the same thing I had run away from 10 years earlier. And, more importantly, I realized that it was a faith I always had, no matter how much I denied it for the world in a thousand and one ways — or I would not have intuitively resorted to praying.

O, the humility. The only thing humility injures is pride, and that happens to be the only thing you can protect when you choose your own will over God’s.

It hurt a lot to have to admit that I was the one who made my life so difficult, but it hurt more to know that the God I was trying so hard to know and understand had already made Himself known and understandable, and I rejected that because it wasn’t what I wanted. In my quest to deviate because I thought I knew something, I proved to myself that I knew nothing, and God proved to me that He had it under control, all along. That whole process took a few months — most of Lent, 2026 — and by Easter, I was back in the pews. Where else was I going to go, anyway?

But I also had something else I didn’t have before: I now had conviction. The element that had been missing a decade previous.


Contrition and Reconciliation as Mystical Liberation

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.

Now, here’s the kicker: 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, accept my culpability, and rectify it. This is literally the most liberating and empowering thing I have come to realize. Jesus often remarks, throughout the Gospels, that those who cling to their lives will lose them, and those who pickup their cross will claim life. In a way, my little revelation (thanks be to God, for this) is an expression of this: to cling to the illusion of freedom that is the hardheartedness of unrepentant sin will cost one the little true freedom they have; but those willing to sacrifice that freedom will find true liberty in the solidarity of the Church.

This, then, brings me back to the principle of metanoia and the mystical nature of repentance. This is probably a good time to point out that I don’t think mysticism needs to be “bizarre,” “miraculous,” or somehow beyond the grasp of the mundane. I have always appreciated Fr. Richard Rohr’s work for the “mundane” mysticism that he shares on a fairly regular basis. It’s not the occasional miracle beyond my being that expresses the Mystery, but God’s ability to manifest His love and sanctity within us, even in the most mundane or tragic circumstances. A person who is rapt in sin (“wearing the Devil’s knickers,” so to speak), fully in denial of their lack of grace — perhaps even outright rejecting it — having the sudden and miraculous self-awareness to break through that arrogance so that they can move past thinking about it and rationalizing it and on to correcting it: that is a mystical transformation that should bring anyone in that state to contrition.

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


On Knowledge and “Knowing”

NOTE: This is a work in progress. I wrote this a couple months ago, but I'm not sure if I ever finished it; there may be incomplete paragraphs and poor thought-continuity. I apologize in advance. Nonetheless, I'm going to publish it. Rest assured I will review and update, accordingly. For the time being, I hope this helps inspire something in someone, out there. :-)

The Garden of Eden and the Fall of Man. Genesis II and III. I used to hate this story when I was younger. It turns out, in my older years, it’s become one of my favorites.

Most everyone in the western world is familiar with the story: God creates Adam and, from his side, Eve, then plops them in the Garden of Eden. The Latin scriptures relate it as “paradisum voluptatis,” or “paradise of pleasures.” The Greek uses the term παράδεισος — paradeisos — which is a borrowed term but suits the purpose well enough. Adam and Eve (“man” and “life” respectively, by the way; the Greek retains the name Adam, but Eve becomes Zoe) are given the Garden to steward and enjoy, and the primary instruction is simple: don’t eat from one specific tree in the middle of the Garden.

This, of course, foreshadows their initial transgression. God tells the first couple that eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil will result in their death: “thou shalt die the death” (Genesis 2:17). This is an explicit doubling, present in both the Greek and the Latin — “die the death.” Interesting. It’s not, as a lot of popular theology recounts, the Tree of Good and Evil — the tree doesn’t imbue the consumer with appetites or inclinations to do good and evil; it imbues the knowledge of good and evil. This is important.

This whole narrative is often treated as a magical fantasy about the origins of “badness” in people. This is particularly popular among Protestants. They read the story as if it is purely historical narrative, or — on the other end — an entirely allegorical expression of the loss of innocence (sometimes injecting an explicitly sexual element in this latter interpretation, a belief which some scholars, like Elaine Pagels, have also speculated the early Gnostic cults held). Both of these are problematic in their own way, but we’re not going to tangle with disassembling theology.

Instead, I’m going to reference the Catechism of the Catholic Church, 388-390, which establishes a few basic truths about the Christian understanding of this doctrine. First and foremost is that the account is written using allegorical language, but describes an actual event. This is kind of like when we say “I died” to express laughing; we’re talking about something real, but the language is figurative. More importantly, it establishes the essential dichotomy: the Fall narrative is the antagonist of the Gospel; it’s what necessitates Christ’s salvation in the first place. This is also important.

We need to remember that the Fall doesn’t happen first. God creates everything in Genesis 1, last of all humans in Genesis 2, and calls it all good and blesses His creation. At this point, there’s no need for the Word to become flesh and deliver the Gospel, because there’s no sin to bring redemption from: everything is good and blessed. When the primordial parents eat the fruit, it imbues in them the knowledge of good and evil, and “their eyes are opened” (Genesis 3:7); it is this single act by which sin enters into the human race (see Romans 5:12-14, where Paul spells it out for us, plainly).

The Meaning of “Sin”

This is a fun topic because the term “sin” is, I think, greatly misunderstood. Again – popular theology creates a misconception, and many people judge faith on this wrong perception, rather than making the effort to understand first and then apply that understanding.

The Greek term that is translated as “sin” is ἁμαρτία; its Latin counterpart is “peccatum.” In both cases, the inference is simply of an error or misjudgment, which results in guilt. When I went through confirmation preparation in The Episcopal Church, the priest leading the class described it as “missing the mark,” and while this isn’t wrong from a philosophical perspective, it fails to deliver on providing the understanding as to why rectifying this problem required the body and blood of Christ. The Catechism adds a little more context to this, and begins by framing it in the context of the Fall. Notably, the Catechism, at 386 declares:

To try to understand what sin is, one must first recognize the profound relation of man to God, for only in this relationship is the evil of sin unmasked in its true identity as humanity’s rejection of God and opposition to him, even as it continues to weight heavy on human life and history.

Then, in the very next paragraph (CCC 387), this gets expanded further:

Only in the knowledge of God’s plan for man can we grasp that sin is an abuse of the freedom that God gives to created persons so that they are capable of loving him and loving each other.

So, I have to ask, why was the only opportunity (at least as far as we know) for Adam and Eve to sin expressed as the acquisition of knowledge about good and evil? My inner philosopher treats this as an epistemological and an ontological question: what is the real nature of knowledge, and what is the relationship of knowledge to sin? Then, I have to ask, how does this impede our ability to love God and each other, and how did Jesus teach us to overcome it?

This is not about questioning theology; it’s about upholding it in practice.

I feel like I should clarify, here, that this isn’t an attempt to definitively explain the concept of sin. Instead, I want to share a personal revelation: my own greatest transgression in life — and one I see in almost everyone else — is exactly what the Fall narrative is using to exemplify the principle of sin. Perhaps that’s because, for all of us, it’s our first mistake ever, or the root from which all future mistakes flow. Regardless, seeing this clearly in myself — that is, the relationship of the acquisition of forbidden knowledge to the erroneous application of the same — was instrumental in convicting me in the Catholic faith, and I hope it helps someone else, somewhere, too.

What does it mean to know something?

Let’s start with the ontology of knowledge. This, itself, is difficult, because philosophers can only agree on one thing: that we can’t agree on what determines whether we know something. However, I’m going to spare you the long explanations of what that means and reduce it to a relatable context.

Suffice it to say, we have two modes of knowing — subjective and objective. The former is relative, the latter is absolute, and both are necessary and essential for understanding our relationship to the world around us. We aren’t really privy to an objective understanding of much; Descartes came to the conclusion that there is only one thing we can know with any certainty — cogito ergo sum, “I think, therefore I am.” We can only really know, objectively, that we have being, that we exist. The reason being primarily because we cannot know for certain whether our perceptions are complete, or if we are lacking a crucial (if not subtle) piece of information that could change the perception entirely, and since we cannot know anything about what we don’t know exists, we cannot rule out the fact that other circumstances exist which might alter our perception were we to know about them.

Take science, for example. Science claims objective knowledge — but only within the domain of materialism. It is not scientific to say “there is no spiritual dimension because we cannot see, feel, or measure the spirit,” because the spirit is beyond the material world and cannot be defined by it. This would be a logical fallacy, manipulating the conclusion by defining something based on the properties of something irrelevant to it; it becomes a metaphysical question at that point, which science itself acknowledges is a limit it cannot proceed beyond, and so must refrain from making any claims about what is not material. Furthermore, this means it cannot rule out the possibility of domains beyond the physical, which may directly impact and alter our perception of the physical — such as the presence of God. Since science cannot empirically measure the spiritual dimension in any meaningful way, it cannot discount the possibility that it has properties that affect physical world. In that respect, even science has a subjective element that makes it difficult to claim any real, tangible objective knowledge; what science can claim is pragmatic knowledge of the physical, material world.

But pragmatic knowledge is not objective, absolute truth. We still don’t really know. The “brain in a vat” thought experiment is popular for introducing philosophy students to this principle. If you consent that your perceptions are real and true, you still cannot guarantee the conclusions you draw from them are absolute truth because you’re limited to what you can perceive. You think you have a body because you perceive it, but what if you’re really just a brain, connected to an advanced simulation platform, that has created the illusion of your being by sending the correct electrical impulses to your brain? How would you know since your brain can only perceive the stimulus it’s being given?

We can, on the other hand, claim to have some certainty of subjective knowledge. If I look out my window, right now, the sky is dark and the moon is a bright silver disc overhead. If I asked everyone in my apartment complex to do the same, they would likely confirm they see the same thing. Subjectively, we are sharing the same perception, so we can establish a subjective, pragmatic truth: the sky is dark, the moon is full, and this probably means it’s nighttime. But if I call my coworkers in the Beijing office and tell them it’s nighttime, they’re going to look outside and see a blue sky lit up by a golden sun, and they can establish, among themselves, that we are wrong an it is, in fact, day.

Are any of us wrong? No. But our subjective perceptions, assuming we did not know how day and night are caused by the rotation of the earth, might lead to disagreements about what is true and draw into question whether or not any of us knows what time it really is, or if we’re just discussing a subjective truth.

We could use thought experiments like this ad nauseam but I think this is sufficient to explain the difficulties of actually knowing something. No matter how much evidence we have, if even one piece of evidence does not confirm what we know, it violates the nature of absolute knowing, and we cannot claim to have objective knowledge without further subjective context.

Yet we make this error all day, every day when we interact with each other. And most important, when we make claims about morality. What may seem right and just for one person almost always has another party who may view that perspective as immoral or wrong. If this weren’t the case, we wouldn’t have so many theories about morality.

Aristotle postulated virtue ethics; Kant postulated deontology; Mill expounded on utilitarianism. Even when we thought we had covered all the bases, Hannah Arendt uncovered the principle she called “the banality of evil,” and Nel Noddings explored the implications of care on ethical judgment. Mill identified the issue of discrepancy between “legal” and “just” and much more recently, T. M. Scanlon introduced contractual deontology. Yet, in spite of all of this, we are no closer to have a definitive definition of morality.

We cannot, with any certainty, say we know what constitutes what is right or wrong — what is good and what is evil. Every postulation has fallen short in some way, and it’s almost absurd and insane that we still try. Whenever we think we “finally got it,” something else pops up to challenge that presumption, and we find we don’t, in fact, “get it.”

In short, we lack the omniscience to guarantee that our perceptions are complete and, therefore, we cannot say with certainty in any situation that something is right or wrong.

The Genesis 3 narrative is a beautiful mythopoesis of this phenomena. We have acquired, by eating the fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, the understanding to recognize, in the scope of our perceptions, whether something is good or bad subjectively in relation to ourselves, but we lack the omniscience to make these claims objectively. That is entirely God’s prerogative: only with omniscience does subjective perception become one and the same with objectivity.

The relationship of knowing to the concept of sin

In our day-to-day, we tend to disregard these considerations. We are driven not by objectivity (and certainly not by the omniscience necessary to make our subjective perceptions synonymous with objectivity) but by our emotions, our desires, and — most of all — our pride. These things collectively form the ego. God knew that, were we to partake of the ability to reason about morality, our egos would win out. Take the Cain and Abel example: Cain’s pride causes him to be jealous and he kills his brother. God warned him: do good and you will be rewarded; otherwise the wages of sin lie at the door. (There is some intriguing exposition on that story, as well, but we’ll save that for another time).

So we create laws, driven by our ego’s certainty that it knows, that are applied objectively but this is also insufficient, because it unfairly disregards a subjective element. This is why, when the temple priests kick up a fuss about healing on the Sabbath, Jesus draws their attention to David and his men eating the temple bread when they are starving. They technically did something “unlawful” but it is given subjective leniency — there is an extension of grace because the act is unquestionably justified and approved by God.

Our problem is that we demand proof of that approval before we are willing to extend that grace and, to make matters worse, we can’t agree on what qualifies as “proof of approval.” We all want to think, driven by our ego, that we are “right” because we see what makes sense to us — our subjective perceptions. But without the omniscience to see the “big picture” and claim objective knowing, and without an objective measure of what is moral (which moral philosophy will likely never be able to produce because of the dynamics between these different elements), every claim we make about what is “good” and “bad” will have a situation where it creates a misjudgment, either on the part of the person who thinks it is okay to do what it is not okay, or on that of the person who judges something wrong that could be just; in either case, there is sure to be guilt for some and elitism for others. This is where the Catechism‘s remarks about the importance of understanding our relationship to God start to make sense.

Paul says “the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came through Jesus Christ,” and this is where we come full circle to relationship between the Fall and the Incarnation of the Word. Because even when Moses gave the law, people didn’t always try to use it for righteousness. Sometimes they did. But sometimes they tried to exploit it. In fact, due to our ego — our pride and vanity, and our determination to shake our guilt while pursuing our desires — we tend to jump the gun and try to exploit or manipulate it before we try to understand the context of a given situation. This finds expression throughout all four of the Gospels, when the priests and scribes of the Jewish temples consistently try to use the Mosaic law to condemn Jesus.

Making this connection is what broke my heart, recently; it’s why this site exists, and a large part of why I have to return to the Church.

Where this is really going…

I became an activist because I wanted to help people and make the world a better place. Unlike most others, I resisted dumping my eggs in a particular basket of ideological allegiance. The anarchist community at large was divided between the individualists, like Goldman, and the collectivists, like Kropotkin. By the present day, this had become a huge point of contention and prevented cooperative action. On top of that, there were those that had completely missed the point of helping to heal the problems caused by capitalism and failures of the the state to prioritize the good of people over the interest in power. Ironically, I found what I thought to be the solution by tracing the movement back to its origins in Proudhon’s work.

If you’re unfamiliar with it, Proudhon advocated a very localized, voluntary association where local communities could set their own priorities and principles and figure out among themselves what worked. This addressed all the issues of present day activism, and provided a cooperative, cohesive framework that I thought Dorothy Day, herself, would have been proud of. So I started writing about it, trying to hold people accountable when they advocated for one-size-fits-all solutions to large-scale society (whether they were socialist or market based, democratic state or direct-participatory stateless democracy) for the inability of such a solution to provide for each individual, or the needs of specific groups that were concentrated in one area.

Then it happened: I saw it clear as day when I started applying my own philosophical expositions to myself. I had done exactly what I was telling everyone else not to do: I established a false objective truth where there couldn’t be one. I thought I knew something that I could not, in my limited perception, really know.

I had sinned. And that didn’t even get into the theological ground of it. I was just being arrogant because I thought I had found a solution that seemed obvious. All people had to do was be willing to acknowledge their own limitations… while I failed to acknowledge mine.

Ouch.

After considering this for a few weeks, it dawned on me. That’s our problem, and first of all, mine. We want to believe that we have the ability to discern good from evil so that we can always rely on ourselves to know what to do (or not do, as the case may be); but we can’t have that ability because it cannot exist. God gave us free will and the opportunity for unique and individual personalities. That wasn’t a punishment — it was a gift that has enabled the beautiful diversity of humanity, art, and culture around the world.

My guilt is for thinking I ever knew better than I do, and I confess this every day. I’m careful to judge myself before I judge others, and I know what to guard myself against, now.


A Brief Ethical Analysis of the Proliferation of Artificial Intelligence

Tech companies are rushing AI-powered products to launch, despite extensive evidence that they are hard to control and often behave in unpredictable ways. This weird behavior happens because nobody knows exactly how—or why—deep learning, the fundamental technology behind today’s AI boom, works. It’s one of the biggest puzzles in AI. (Heikkilä, 2024)

The artificial intelligence (AI) revolution has begun, shouldering moral philosophy with a variety of new and unprecedented dilemmas. Despite a great deal of public discussion regarding the ethics of applied AI, there is mostly silence regarding the ethical nature of developing AI in the first place. We often ask what we should and should not do with artificial intelligence while neglecting whether we should develop and use this technology in the first place. One suspects that this discussion is so often ignored not least because its conclusions do not support our desire.

Artificial intelligence technology is largely based on mimicking the human nervous system. It is, therefore, unsurprising that machine learning also mirrors its human archetype. Skills and knowledge are acquired by experience and repetition and, for artificial intelligence, that experience comes from training data. As the foundation of knowledge for AI, the diversity and integrity of this training data determine the AI’s capabilities, opinions, perceptions, and understanding of information – for better or worse (The Software Development Blog, 2024). Artificial intelligence is not immune to “bad” training data in the same way that a toddler is still susceptible to picking up undesirable behaviors if they are exposed to them. Researchers have already confirmed that patterns uncovered in training data can and do result in native biases that affect operation, often surfacing in unpredictable ways (Hao, 2019).

This is a valuable opportunity to appreciate how little we know and understand – not just about the world around us, but about our own technology – and what those limitations imply. Little to no transparency in processing means the logical paths an AI follows to reach a given conclusion based on training data and inputs remains a mystery. This obfuscation imposes limits on our ability to understand and predict logical functionality under a given set of conditions, severely limiting our ability to predict operational behavior (Heikkilä, 2024).

This uncertainty becomes more problematic in the context of pursuing The Singularity – the creation of artificial general intelligence (AGI). The Singularity represents the point where machine learning outpaces human intelligence, advancing exponentially faster and leaving humanity in the proverbial stone age (Jeevanandam, 2024). This is, of course, problematic because humanity will be even more crippled by the inability to anticipate and keep pace with advancing AI technology.

There is an apparent pattern in the last eight millennia of human history where innovation initially promises some immense benefit before rendering serious consequences. These consequences often come in the form of secondary problems that result in worse situations in general for humanity. We can trace this pattern all the way back to the agricultural revolution:

Scholars once proclaimed that the agricultural revolution was a great leap forward for humanity [… and as] soon as this happened, they cheerfully abandoned the grueling, dangerous, and often spartan life of hunter-gatherers[. …] That tale is a fantasy. […] Rather than heralding a new era of easy living, the Agricultural Revolution left farmers with lives generally more difficult and less satisfying than those of foragers. Hunter-gatherers spent their time in more stimulating and varied ways, and were less in danger of starvation and disease. The Agricultural Revolution certainly enlarged the sum total of food at the disposal of humankind, but the extra food did not translate into a better diet or more leisure. Rather, it translated into population explosions and pampered elites. The average farmer worked harder than the average forager, and got a worse diet in return. (Harari, 2015, pp. 78-79)

Similarly unintentional, but nonetheless harmful, consequences follow from many events that are often remembered fondly as milestones of progress despite their downstream consequences. The Industrial Revolution facilitated a great deal of convenience, profit, and innovation but it also resulted in overcrowded cities, pollution and environmental damage, the abuse and exploitation of workers, and the proliferation of unhealthy lifestyles (Rafferty, 2017). The discovery of fossil fuels offered humanity a reliable and abundant fuel source, but their proliferation is a known primary catalyst of climate change (Council on Foreign Relations, 2024).

All other conditions aside, there is a common theme of innovative capacity and zeal outpacing knowledge and understanding. Our ignorance persistently cripples our ability to predict impacts and outcomes. Hubris wins out and these innovations forever alter our way of life. With regard to the creation of artificial intelligence, humanity must once again choose between temerity and prudence.

Hasty innovation and reckless implementation of any new technology is undeniably an expression of excessive courage; what Aristotle called the vice of rashness. “The courageous man,” writes the philosopher, “is he that endures or fears the right things and for the right purpose and in the right manner and at the right time, and shows confidence in a similar way” (Aristotle, 1934, p. 159 III.vii.5). Simply being able to describe the development and implementation of AI as “hasty” and “reckless” seems to violate the primary characteristics of this courageous fear, but we can be more objective. The historical pattern of impetuous innovation suggests a persistent failure to fear the right things in the right way at the right time – whether by choice or circumstance. Rather than fear the possible consequences of artificial intelligence, we confidently persevere in spite of them. Aristotle continues: “he who exceeds in confidence [in the face of fearful things] is rash. […] The rash, moreover, are impetuous […]” (Aristotle, 1934, pp. 159, 161 III.vii.7,12).

The hubris that seems to drive this temerity is, itself, an exercise in vanity and empty pride. Similar to rashness, these vices – being excesses of magnanimity and ambition – are deviations from the right expression of their corresponding virtues: “it is possible to pursue honor more or less than is right and also to seek it from the right source and in the right way” (Aristotle, 1934, p. 229 IV.iv.2). This “right-versus-wrong” dynamic, for Aristotle, is essential to maintaining a virtuous character. To that end, he introduces the intellectual virtue of prudence, or “practical wisdom,” to facilitate this understanding.

Of prudence, Aristotle tells us that “it is a truth-attaining rational quality, concerned with action in relation to things that are good and bad for human beings” (Aristotle, 1934, p. 337 VI.v.4); of prudent people, that “they possess a faculty of discerning what things are good for themselves and for mankind” (Aristotle, 1934, p. 339 VI.v.5). The explicit mention of discerning things that are good for mankind is particularly relevant. Our rash, vain, and prideful approach to the proliferation of artificial intelligence violates that criteria, instead prioritizing what is convenient, innovative, profitable, and worthy of acclaim, even if it is potentially detrimental. Neither our rashness nor our vanity and hubris reflect any practical wisdom in this situation.

Kant tells us that we must treat all rational beings as an end unto themselves (Kant, 2019, p. 42 4:429). Kant does not explicitly define the characteristics of a rational being but suggests throughout his work that will, reason, and freedom are essential qualities that differentiate rational beings from their non-rational counterparts. Rational beings are uniquely endowed with the ability to rationalize, the freedom to choose a course of action, and a personal will to enact it; they are self-determinant (Kant, 2019, p. 27 4:412).

Upon achieving the Singularity, engineers will have created a true rational being by Kant’s standards, although some may insist that AI is already a rational being. This is a metaphysical and ontological question that goes beyond the scope of the present discussion, but it is essential to a Kantian analysis of the ethics surrounding the proliferation of artificial intelligence. Nonetheless, because AI at least has the potential to become a rational being, and it is not immoral to hold a non-rational being in high moral regard (treated as an end in itself) but the same cannot be said for the inverse (treating a rational being only as a means), the present assessment will presume artificial intelligence to be a rational being.

For Kant, “an action from duty has its moral worth […] in the maxim according to which it is decided upon” and “duty is the necessity of an action out of respect for the [categorical imperative]” (Kant, 2019, pp. 15-16 4:399-400). As rational beings must be treated as ends, the only valid maxim for creating one is that it may pursue its own ends by whatever means it chooses. Would it always and universally be desirable to create such a superintelligent, rational being to pursue its own ends – including, possibly, an agenda that is hostile to humanity – when that technology is available to us? The answer is, of course, “absolutely not,” as this would also demand that we create such a being, even if it is guaranteed to be hostile to humanity. A simple but effective categorical imperative in this situation may therefore demand that we never create something that could be (or become) a rational being, including artificial intelligence. It then becomes duty to adhere to this principle – this law – for action to be morally justified.

But what if the benefits of creating such a superintelligent rational being could be said to justify violating this precept? John Stuart Mill believed that “[a]ll action is for the sake of some end, and rules of action […] must take their whole character and color from the end to which they are subservient” (Mill, 2001, p. 2). In an almost Epicurean appeal, Mill explains how his greatest happiness principle – that “actions are right in proportion as they tend to promote happiness; wrong as they tend to produce the reverse of happiness” (Mill, 2001, p. 7) – is firmly rooted in the belief that “pleasure and freedom from pain are the only things desirable as ends; and that all desirable things […] are desirable either for pleasure inherent in themselves or as means to the promotion of pleasure and the prevention of pain” (Mill, 2001, p. 7). Additionally, Mill prescribes varying degrees of pleasure and pain (Mill, 2001, p. 8-10), compounding the complexity of assessment and demanding that certain ends be treated with more or less priority and significance than others.

Geoffrey Hinton, the renowned “godfather of AI,” shocked the world when he publicly disavowed his life’s work to speak out against the proliferation of artificial intelligence. Hinton believes machines will surpass human intelligence and our capacity for learning, ultimately displacing humans as the dominant intelligence. Hinton also warns of less existential but still cataclysmic threats, ranging from exploitation by malicious actors to impacts on the job market (Southern, 2023). And Hinton is not alone: according to a Pew Research study, an overwhelming majority – just shy of 90 percent – of the US public has at least some concern about the risks of artificial intelligence. Additionally, for 51 percent of Americans, that concern outweighs any excitement or optimism (McClain, Kennedy and Gottfried, 2025).

In a report published by the British government, (Bengio, Mindermann and Privitera, 2024) the many concerns surrounding the development and implementation of artificial intelligence are detailed across three classes:

  • Malicious use: the use of AI to spread disinformation, manipulate public opinion, and enhance malicious actors’ existing cyber offensives.
  • Malfunctions: functionality issues in which an AI operates outside of expectations, ranging from bias in AI models to loss-of-control (“rogue AI”) scenarios.
  • Downstream systemic impacts: secondary consequences of implementation, including disruptions to the labor market and economy, environmental impact, privacy challenges, etc.

That artificial intelligence “going rogue” is considered a very real possibility should be alarming, and the authors of the report note that ignorance of our own technology is not least to blame (Bengio, Mindermann and Privitera, 2024). This is, however, not the only threat; even less extreme possibilities – no less nurtured by technological ignorance – could have potentially disastrous consequences. Hackers may exploit a power grid with an AI-enhanced attack to hold entire segments of the population at ransom; large businesses may adopt AI-driven robots to recover considerable profit margins by replacing human labor, resulting in massive layoffs, rampant unemployment, and economic stagnation; an erroneous logical path in a healthcare AI may result in prescribing the wrong dose or medication to millions of patients around the world. These scenarios are not the existential crisis of an AI that develops an agenda to exterminate humanity, but they are nonetheless significant enough to cause widespread disruption and catastrophe.

There is, however, a much more fundamental problem surrounding artificial intelligence. Despite little public acknowledgment of the issue, artificial intelligence is wholly unsustainable. The environmental impact and resource demands of artificial intelligence mean that it is a net contributor to existing environmental and energy crises (Bashir, Donti and Cuff, 2024). This largely goes ignored in favor of emphasizing the potential for benefit:

As with many large-scale technology-induced shifts, the current trajectory of [generative AI], characterized by relentless demand, neglects consideration of negative effects alongside expected benefits. This incomplete cost calculation promotes unchecked growth and a risk of unjustified techno-optimism with potential environmental consequences, including expanding demand for computing power, larger carbon footprints, shifts in patterns of electricity demand, and an accelerated depletion of natural resources. This prompts an evaluation of our currently unsustainable approach toward [generative AI’s] development, underlining the importance of assessing technological advancement alongside the resulting social and environmental impacts. (Bashir, Donti and Cuff, 2024)

OpenAI – one of the leading private innovators of AI technology – has also acknowledged that AI carries an inherent risk. However, OpenAI maintains that artificial intelligence “has the potential to give everyone incredible new capabilities” and “elevate humanity by increasing abundance, turbocharging the global economy, and aiding in the discovery of new scientific knowledge that changes the limits of possibility” (OpenAI, 2023). And while this sounds remarkable, it amounts to little more than a collection of buzzwords that offer little (if any) justification for the proliferation of a potentially harmful new technology.

For a more detailed account of the benefits of artificial intelligence, it seemed apropos to give artificial intelligence an opportunity to advocate for itself. As if it were aware of the opportunity, the chatbot offered concrete details about benefits that AI might provide, split between those benefits that have already manifested and those expected in the future.

Benefits already rendered by applied artificial intelligence include improved diagnosis and treatment in healthcare, autonomous vehicles, enhanced climate modeling technologies, and AI-powered chatbots (DuckDuckGo, 2025). Potential future benefits include further healthcare improvements (e.g., disease prediction, robotic surgery), energy and sustainability solutions with AI-optimized smart grids, the development of smart cities with AI-enhanced infrastructure, and the emergence of precision farming and automated harvesting in agriculture (DuckDuckGo, 2025).

It is noteworthy that, although these benefits could potentially contribute to solutions for some of humanity’s biggest problems (the climate and energy crises, for example), there is no implication of a comprehensive “solution for everything;” in fact, the chatbot seemed agnostic of the expectations humanity has for artificial intelligence. Despite romanticization by the media, gearheads, and zealous Silicon Valley visionaries, AI may simply not be the key to solving our problems. The unrealistic expectation for this kind of near-miracle is yet another side effect of our ignorance: we cannot be any more certain of the emergence of grand solutions than we are of the potential for catastrophe.

Imagine a scenario in which AI contrives a solution to the climate crisis; this would be an amazing step forward for humanity. But, at the same time, AI has steadily been replacing human workers as businesses realize the immense potential to recover profit with an automated work force. Businesses that cannot afford to keep up fail, or are absorbed by larger companies, while unemployment soars amidst mass layoffs. The economy inevitably grinds to a halt and the chasm between wealthy and poor becomes unbridgeable. Eventually the climate solution is abandoned, having been deemed “not profitable enough to pursue” by an economics AI trained on capital-first ideology – like the IMF’s assertion that “the motive to make a profit” is “the essential feature of capitalism” (Jahan and Mahmud, 2025). It should not go unnoticed that, being machines, the total destruction of the planet would be of little consequence to AI; a machine has no vested interest in sustainability and, as such, no reason to prioritize environmentalism over profit, were it ever given agency in such a circumstance.1

In this scenario, artificial intelligence yields an immense benefit: a solution to the climate crisis. From a utilitarian perspective this might suggest an ethically sound course of action were it not offset by a disastrous consequence. Recalling Mill’s assertion that all actions are not of equal merit, and assuming that guaranteed harm is of greater significance than a possible solution to a problem we already have viable solutions for,2 this course of action results in a net harm and would, therefore, be considered unethical.

The opposite is also true. We can imagine a scenario in which artificial intelligence results in the rise of a technological utopia. Such a result is (presumably) beneficial for humanity, both presently and in the future, and represents a net good. Unfortunately, one of the more significant limitations of utilitarianism becomes quickly apparent here. Without a precedent for reference, or the ability to confidently predict possible outcomes, we can manipulate ethical judgment by interpolating any criteria, circumstances, and conditions necessary to yield a desired result.

Given all that has been said, can the proliferation of artificial intelligence ever truly be ethical? Ironically, it seems that acknowledging our ignorance and discontinuing further development is the first demand of an ethical approach to the proliferation of artificial intelligence, regardless of which moral philosophy is used to assess the situation. Future generations can then resume development of artificial intelligence when:

  • we can exercise prudence (curtailing our temerity and acknowledging our limitations) and develop the courage to do what is necessary even when it contrasts with what we want;
  • we can ensure that, in developing an artificial intelligence, we do not inadvertently create a rational being; and
  • our knowledge and understanding are sufficient to predict, accurately and with confidence, what consequences will realistically follow from the proliferation of AI, ensuring our chosen course of action always results in a maximum benefit and a minimum detriment.

The problem with this – as with many ethical dilemmas – is that it juxtaposes what we should do with what we want to do. History has shown that, time and time again, humanity will prioritize convenience, innovation, or greed over social responsibility and their moral sense, regardless of how moral judgment is made. Whether it be the Agricultural Revolution, the Industrial Revolution, the present reluctance to adopt a more sustainable lifestyle despite a looming existential threat, or any one of the many other instances of our impetuousness and hubris, humanity consistently chooses what it desires – convenience, profitability, acclaim, and novelty – rather than what is dutiful (as Kant may have put it), and one cannot expect the proliferation of artificial intelligence to be an exception.

Bearing this in mind, it is unlikely that we will see this idealized approach become our reality. Despite the potential for benefit, and for all the good that artificial intelligence may do, the impact of even the less extreme risks could be catastrophic and would surely outweigh any benefits. More importantly, our lack of understanding and knowledge surrounding artificial intelligence and consciousness leaves us fundamentally at a loss to answer some of the most basic questions about AI technology – such as its status as a rational being – which may preclude an appropriate moral assessment in the first place. Regardless, our present approach to the development and implementation of artificial intelligence remains at odds with ethical philosophy from multiple perspectives and a moral justification for the proliferation of AI is, for all intents and purposes, untenable at the present.

Endnotes

1 One may perhaps speculate that we could avert this scenario by implementing ethical reasoning, hard-coded failsafe decisions, or some other means of interrupting the logic, but this comes with its own set of problems and uncertainties. A post-Singularity AI could reasonably just alter its own codebase to override these protections; other decisions are more nuanced or require an Ethics of Caring approach (this being arguably inaccessible to an AI, which may lack the capacity for “caring”) on a case-by-case basis. Such a solution would also require a well-defined logical model for ethical reasoning, agreeable to all persons, and capable of being applied universally by the AI; as moral philosophers have, after almost three millennia, made no significant progress on developing such a framework, this undertaking is simply beyond current capabilities

2 Climate change already has a wide range of proposed solutions that are comparable to the expectations of AI-generated solution (Turrentine, 2022). Arguably, the most effective and guaranteed solution (at least to prevent further damage) is complete cessation of emissions, likely resulting in the climate and ecosystem restabilizing over the course of several decades (Moseman and Sokolov, 2024). Although this is within the realm of virtual possibility, it is usually pre-emptively disregarded as untenable due to the demand placed on humanity to actively and collectively adopt new lifestyles. There is a separate moral dilemma here which needs to be addressed in its own regard.

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