If anyone had told me two years ago that I would be teaching a CCD class for incorrigible women, I would have thought they were playing a practical joke on me. For one thing, I’m the LAST person on earth who should be trying to whip anyone into line where Catholic theology is concerned. That doesn’t mean I don’t have morals and ethics. It’s just that until Bart Stupak and his Vatican campaign staff came along, I thought I had a choice of religion. Silly me! I’m just a woman. An *American* woman. In France, I am told by one of my colleagues, there was a recent bill passed that provided greater compensation to doctors who provided abortions. Apparently, the doctors in France felt they were being underpaid for the service and fewer of them were willing to perform the procedure. So they government decided to make it easier for women to get this service by paying doctors more. I’ll see if I can find a citation, er, that’s not in French.
But I digress.
See, American women are not French. No, we need the guidance of our ministers and fathers and husbands and boyfriends and guys who belong to a 2000 year old men only club who only recently apologized to Gallileo for dissing his heliocentric theory and sell their sopranos to foreigners for sexual pleasure that they aren’t technically supposed to be dabbling in anyway. (There’s probably some clause that they invoke about how the choirboys haven’t officially taken any vows of chastity) THEY can get away with it. YOU cannot. Why can’t you? I have no frickin’ idea. I’m just here to teach this CCD class, not make the rules.
Now, I know that some of you are not Catholic. You may be Protestant or Buddhist or atheists or neo-pagan universalists. You may have thought you had the right to decide for yourselves whether you believed that zygotes have immortal and innocent souls that needed protection and that you are tainted with original sin for having SEX(!) or being created from the union of two tainted individuals who had SEX(!). See, this is where you are wrong. It’s not up to you to decide this stuff. I don’t know why you can’t decide. That’s not my job. As I said before, I don’t make the rules.
Anyway, enough of the groundwork. Where shall we begin? Well. let’s start with saints. To me, saints look like a holdover from polytheism but that might just be my mother’s protestant influence on me. Saints have feast days in the Catholic calendar. Saints can intercede on our behalf with the head honchos in heaven. But each one of them is in a different department and carry out only a single function. Like St. Anthony is supposed to help you find things. St. Christopher is supposed to help travelers. If St. Anthony and St. Christopher got together, they might market their services to people who lose their luggage at airports.
Now, who is the saint for March 25? You may be surprised to know (or not), that there are many saints available for March 25. But I have found the perfect one for incorrigible American women who after yesterday’s executive order signing ceremony (that wasn’t televised at lunch to nauseate the unsuspecting diner) are newly converted Catholics. Her name is St. Dula.
From the Saints and Angels page we learn that St Dula was a:
What a brave, shining example St. Dula sets for us. We should all go out and do likewise. She probably couldn’t help it that she was a slave but original sin is powerful. Her parents were probably responsible for her misfortune because they had SEX(!). Nevertheless, this poor woman, and by poor I mean a working class person making little or no money, died rather than submit herself to the indignities of having SEX(!). I find this story strange because had Dula become pregnant from rape, she might have been able to qualify for a federally funded abortion. But never mind the inconsistency. Believers in 2000 year old religions have to live with such things and so do you. From now on. Until we elect a woman. Next time.
Now, be good and pure or it’s off to the laundries with you.