I guess it had to happen sooner or later for this erstwhile altar boy. I’ve been officially excommunicated by the Catholic Church. Even worse, I can no longer receive communion (talk about a real bummer).
Yes, I’m out. Gone. Done, Kaput. History. Finished. Washed up. Tossed out like yesterday’s newspaper. All because I’m pro-choice. Yes, like the vast majority of Americans, I’m pro Roe v. Wade and believe a woman should have the right to choose whether or not to proceed with a pregnancy. And, that’s puts me on Pope Benedict XVI’s enemy list.
In a way, it’s a modern red badge of courage. It’s kinda cool to be able to answer that typical ‘what’s new?’ question one receives at cocktail parties by responding, ‘Well, I’m studying improv, planning to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro in December with my son and, oh yeah, I’ve just been excommunicated by the Catholic Church.’
This latest ruling will only serve to further alienate the Church from the majority of Americans (and prospective congregants). It also paints them as out-of-touch and unresponsive (just like another sheltered leadership team I can think of). It’s one thing to take a firm stance on an issue like abortion. It’s quite another to throw someone out because he or she disagrees with your point of view. And, with Benedict’s other recent edict declaring that Limbo no longer exists, my post-life options are becoming increasingly limited.
Thanks to Tom Powers for the idea.