Here are mine:
Pray the Magnificat morning prayer on my morning train ride
Stop by the church I pass on my walk to work and say a quick prayer
Drink a glass of water before pouring myself the first cup of coffee (at work)
Yoga once a week
Eliminate complaining about being long-distance
Compliment my parents daily
What are your thoughts?
Check out my post on Being Single over at Virtuous Planet!.
This weekend is my parish picnic, and I’m having a hard time deciding if I should attend. I’m part of the parish family, so I have a place, and I should be there. But I’m also a never-been-married Catholic adult, and in the past, at previous picnics, I’ve felt left out. As I’ve stood around looking for a way to introduce myself, I’ve seen married couples chatting with other married couples; families who know each other from school, sports, and Religious Ed; kids running around like crazy; older parishioners sharing jokes; and then…me.
I am one of the 13 million never-been-married Catholic adults in the United States, and I don’t always feel like I fit in. We are an odd bunch. Though we can be grouped as “never-been-married,” that is where most of our similarities end. We have a variety of needs, a variety of faith formation experiences and knowledge, and a large age gap. There are never-been-married Catholics who are twenty-four (hello!) and never-been-married Catholics who are sixty. For some, “never-been-married” is a transitional state; for others, it’s permanent, but the catch is we don’t really know which state is ours. Overall, it’s hard to pin us down.
I would love to have more married couples chime in!
The minute I heard this I began to seethe. Literally turned red, blood boiling, hands shaking. Because who DARES to tell my beautiful, delightful friend that unless she decides to devalue sex, her body, her soul, she won’t be able to find a husband? WHO DARES?
Isn’t the body the Temple of the Holy Spirit?
Can we get a little respect please?
If you have a brain, heart, dreams, and want a meaningful, chaste relationship, you might as well give up?
You’re only worth one part of your body, didn’t you know!
If you have a vagina and are willing to play, you’re in! If not, you’re out!
When Jesus saw his Father’s Temple turned into a marketplace, he was consumed with zeal, drove out the livestock with with a whip, and overturned tables in anger (John 2: 15-16). Maybe it’s time to show our anger. No more mincing words. Call the hook up culture for what is it: blatant use of another person’s body. Remind people that IT IS NOT OKAY. I don’t care if two people agree to use each other. I don’t care if it feels good. I don’t care if you don’t care. IT IS NOT OKAY.
My sister and I once had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: So your friends are dating?
Sister: No, hooking up.
Me: They really like each other?
Sister: Uhh, they’re just hooking up.
Me: So they’re using each other?
Sister: I mean, if you want to put it that way…
Well, yes, I do want to put it that way. Because that’s what it is, and I’m disgusted by it. That someone might dare to view my family members or my friends as one body part, specifically one naked body part, makes my blood boil. Each person is a unique, beloved child of God, and our culture wants to make us into nothing more than writhing masses. It’s sickening. It’s maddening. It’s disgusting.
Time to start cracking the whip!
Have a lovely weekend!