Jake Meador, who is an Evangelical, writes that sometimes he wishes he was a Catholic. He acknowledges that he can’t be either Catholic or Orthodox because he doesn’t agree with either of the ancient Christian churches on theology. But there are times when he envies what those churches offer their believers. Excerpt:
What I find so attractive, therefore, about Catholicism is the fact that many–though certainly not all–of the practices within the church are grounded in something beyond fad and the opinion of a single pastor or leader. Put another way, I think a huge part of me would actually like it if my pastor said, “For the next 40 days, you’re fasting.” I wouldn’t like it if he was just making a power-play, trying to bind my conscience and create a new means through which to shame me. But if he could say, “You are fasting for the next 40 days because it is a practice that Christians have done in different ways for centuries and it has proven a helpful tool for spiritual formation,” then I would love to be told to do something like that. And that seems a much easier thing for a Catholic or Orthodox believer to say than a Protestant.
I say all that because this is why I really like and appreciate Lent. If someone just tells me, “You need to die with Christ,” I’ll look at them and say, “OK. It’s in the Bible, so you’re right. But I don’t know how to do that.” But with Lent, I have something of an answer–Lent teaches Christians how to die. And so for me, I find myself at one of my jobs going through my feed reader wanting to post things here and I can’t do it because of the “fast” I’m taking during Lent. Something that seems very natural and instinctive and that allows me to kinda prop myself up as a blogger–that’s out for this season. Instead, I have to make myself read the story simply because it interests me. That other potential motive for reading–seeing the story as a means for exalting myself–is out of bounds for this season.
It’s a trivial thing, to be sure. There will be far harder lessons God must teach me on my way to dying to myself so that I can be resurrected with Christ. But it’s a little lesson that I’m able to recognize and talk about in concrete language. And for that I’m grateful.
UPDATE: I asked one Catholic convert from evangelicalism about her experience moving to Catholicism and specifically if a more systematized approach to spiritual formation was helpful to her. Her response: “Short answer: yes, Catholicism offered great solace to me because I was very weary from trying to free-form it all the time. As a weary mother, the written prayers provided a beautiful way for me to speak with God without having to come up with everything myself–I was never very good at spontaneous prayer. Catholicism provided a tangible framework and within that framework there is FRESHNESS and NEWNESS b/c it’s a matter of love making each day new. For me, Catholicism is a very easy yoke to bear b/c I find great graces poured out on me. Thank you for the question!”
Interestingly enough, I had exactly this thought earlier this evening, at our Orthodox vespers service. In the past two days, I’ve felt unusually week and sleepy, in a way that I haven’t done since I recovered last October from mononucleosis. The Epstein-Barr virus, which causes mono, never leaves your body, so it’s possible to relapse. At vespers tonight, I was feeling so worn out that I couldn’t even stand during the prayers, and when I sat down and tried to pray, I couldn’t form clear thoughts. But I didn’t have to. When I disengaged my mind, the psalms and the formal prayers the choir sung articulated my thoughts for me. And when I felt the need to retreat into my own silent prayer, I had my prayer rope, and simply prayed, the Jesus Prayer: “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.” As I did this, I brought to mind people I love and am concerned for, and placed them, mentally, within the prayer for mercy — a prayer that likely emerged from the practices of the Desert Fathers of the fifth century.
It is such a blessing to be able to do this. To just let go, and trust that the prayers worked out by Christians in community ages and ages ago will carry you through. That you don’t have to re-invent the wheel. I do pray “free-form,” but there are times when I can’t find the words, or can’t discipline my thoughts. What a gift to realize that I don’t have to be original. There really is freedom in that. At least I have found it there. This is also true of the liturgy. To be free from the burden of spontaneity and originality.



For a portion of last semester, I somehow convinced my wife to attend a group exercise class with me at the rec center. We actually rotated through a few things, including aerobic dance, water aerobics, and aerobic weight lifting, settling on the last option.
It’s not my style of exercise. I don’t like to do anything with music blaring at me, and even if I did want music blaring at me, I’d select a very different kind of music. The exercises weren’t directed toward the kind of training (high-intensity cardio) that interests me. I felt out of place surrounded by mostly younger women — as well as a few older grandmother types with surprising tenacity. The weights were tiny enough that any of my colleagues who saw me using them through the windows would have laughed at me, yet just heavy enough to make the hour drag by slowly.
But we kept it up for about three months, once a week, diligently. It was nothing like what would have been right for me, but it was a lowest common denominator experience that managed to be not completely wrong. And I think that was true for everyone present. It was a barely acceptable compromise, but it was acceptable. And it put all of us into the same room, doing the same thing, for weeks on end — instead of quitting.
How long do I usually last when I try to invent my own exercise routine? Not three months, unless I have an extended period off from work to devote myself to it. And nothing I’d ever develop for myself would be able to include my wife (or any of the other ladies in my group class) for even a week.
That’s the peculiar argument that Catholicism makes toward me. Every time I look at it, I think “Hah, terrible music, I’ll keep my own hymnal, thank you.” Or I think, “Fasting since Vatican 2, what’s even left? ‘Giving up something’ during Lent, and a few Fridays?” Or I think “Geez, why would I want to worship surrounded by a bunch of low-commitment nominal Catholics who don’t even agree with what their church teaches?” Those are all the same argument I’d make against the exercise class, in spiritual form.
But every time I try to devise my own fasting regimen that’s more vigorous than the Catholic one, it falls apart due to inattentiveness (in fact, just yesterday!) The hymns I like? They’re being replaced at 9 out of 10 evangelical churches by stuff that’s no better than the Catholic music, and little to no vetting for theology. And as much as I roll my eyes over cafeteria Catholics, and feel smug over the superior level of esprit de corps in the evangelical world, I have to admit that there’s something winsome about the way that certain hyper-liberal Catholic dissenters (cf Andrew Sullivan) still feel some kind of unshakable gravity back toward a Church from which they can never quite escape.
Catholicism, at least in the US, is a lowest-common-denominator faith community, just like a group exercise class. The things it demands of its parishioners are usually nothing like the things I think a proper church in the apostolic model ought to demand, theologically speaking. But there’s a certain doggedness and inertia to Catholicism that evangelicalism just can’t match. It sweeps up people from all walks of life, inducts them into a few basic practices that create pattern and routine, and gets them to invest in that routine in a way that doesn’t necessitate constant active decisions involving re-commitment.
Once you board the train, it’s easier to stay on than it is to get off. When you drive along a highway full of exits, it’s easy to scoff at the inflexibility of trains…. until your highways gets routed into a metropolis and hits rush hour traffic. Christendom is hitting the sociological and political equivalent rush hour traffic, due to an array of unprecedented cultural shifts. Inertia is the bluntest and most inelegant of tools to deploy against roadblocks, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t effective. The wails you hear from certain ideological quarters about how difficult it is to “reform” Catholicism are an eloquent testament to that.