Has Satan Won in Overturning the Catholic Church?

The sexual abuse in the Catholic Church and what our response should be.

Many people end their day by turning on the evening news to catch up with what’s going on in the world. Inevitably there are three standard stories each night: one about a local car crash; one about a murder or theft; and one about a young person who was sexually abused by a neighbor, teacher, coach, adult friend, family member, parent, or minister.

I am close to adults who, in their youth, were sexually violated; some by educators, others by family or friends, and those who were betrayed in the most abhorrent way – by their parents or a priest. The scars left in the wake of their abusers’ perverted sexuality have, in most cases, left their victims to live a life fending off deep-seated pain, often immersing themselves in addictions in an effort to numb their inner turmoil.

In all cases the innocent was befriended by a trusted confidante. After the abuse took place, the naive soul was made to believe it was his or her fault; they were the ones who were to blame and were told never to speak a word lest they be punished. They manifested shame to such a degree that the events were never spoken of for decades, and then only after much psychotherapy.

When the multiple accounts of sexual abuse by priests in the Catholic Archdiocese of Philadelphia were brought to the surface, it was as though someone threw a blow to my chest, knocking the wind out of me. All those victims living with so much pain caused my heart to ache. I’ve seen firsthand how this evil turns a wide-eyed, vibrant soul with unlimited potential into a scared, cynical recluse who trusts no one. It’s agony for those who love them, as well as for the victims who protect themselves by pushing love away.

A few days later a testimony was released by the former nuncio to the United States, Carlo Maria Viganò, that addressed many disturbing sins of the hierarchy that have been swept under the carpet for decades. In Mel Gibson’s movie The Passion of the Christ, there is a scene just after Jesus’ death where a tear from heaven falls to the ground and the viewer sees Satan coming unglued because Love won. He screams out in frenzied anguish. This is my reaction to what’s taken place in my church! How could the font of my incalculable joy be the source of immense pain for so many?

In the mid 1990s I found my way back to the faith of my childhood after having been away since age eleven. In my search for God and truth, amid stubborn pride in wanting vehemently to prove the Church wrong in all her teachings, it was the True Presence of Christ in the Eucharist that I could not explain away.

After being shown this video on Eucharistic miracles by a woman who crossed my path, an intrigue was ignited. It was beyond my comprehension that a wafer of bread could be transformed into actual flesh. And not just once — there was scientific documentation, independent of the Church, of more than a hundred instances of this phenomenon since the eighth century, most of which seemed to occur around times of weakened faith.

All specimens, despite being from miracles hundreds of years apart, were proven by modern-day forensics to be of the same blood type (AB, the same as was identified on the Shroud of Turin) and had identical properties to that of human flesh derived from the left ventricle of the heart. My curiosity would not be satiated until I proved this was a hoax. But the more I read and researched, the deeper I dug, the less I was able to dismiss.

I came to a conclusion: I could choose to remain in my pride and stay in the dark, pretending there was no credibility to the factual evidence of these miracles, or I could begin a journey to finding out more. I chose the latter.

Over the course of a few years, I was introduced to a community of laypeople and holy priests who were authentically Catholic. I learned that everything they did revolved around Jesus. For these people, it wasn’t about warming a pew or going through the motions to fulfill a duty; it was about becoming one with Our Lord at the Eucharistic table — being in communion with Him. As I observed the love with which these people lived their lives and showed others, I envied them. Having never experienced that level of joy, I put aside my pride and got involved because I wanted what they had.

We can’t get any closer to Jesus on Earth than when we receive him at the altar. It is here where he becomes a part of us and, according to the disposition with which we receive him, we begin to take on his properties of love.

This new revelation became the source of strength for me. I didn’t attend Mass on Sunday (or during the week, for that matter) to hear a choir, listen to a sermon, or enjoy fellowship, though these things were bonuses. I didn’t go because the architecture of the building was empyreal or the seating comfortable. I went because I needed to be close to the one person who could change my lot from being hopeless to having happiness beyond measure. My faith was not reliant on believing in a priest, deacon, bishop, cardinal, or even the pope. These men are human and, no matter how good they are, all humans sin and have the potential of letting us down. My faith was in, and increased by, receiving the Source of all love.

It didn’t take long to realize that the more intimate my relationship became with Our Lord, the more temptations were thrown in my path. Sometimes I think people focus on God as being the only supernatural force in the universe and on what he permits and does not permit — mainly the giving and withholding of blessings. Seldom do they stop to realize there is also Satan who is alive and active, doing his most to cause pain, confusion, anxiety, anger, distress, etc.

We don’t live in a one-sided spiritual realm. There has always been an opponent to Love, yet we brush him off as if he were an annoying itch. We don’t like to think there is a powerful evil force who disdains anything good and is capable of horrendous damage, destroying the lives of those who seek to imitate his nemesis. I believe we see this specifically in the lives of priests.

If priests are the helpers Jesus gave us through apostolic succession (each priest, upon ordination, receives the laying on of hands by the bishop, which can be traced unbroken all the way back to Peter) to consecrate hosts into his actual Body and Blood, and knowing Jesus is the supreme nemesis of Satan, isn’t it logical that Satan would seek to destroy the Church by bringing down priests? Without priests, we have no Eucharist; without the Eucharist, no Jesus bodily present and potent.

Evil has gained a lot of ground since the early 1960s with the explosion of the sexual revolution. It has been one of Satan’s greatest masterminded plans. As society pushed for — and welcomed with open arms — the “If it feels good, do it” mentality, the walls of seminaries unfortunately offered no sanctuary from this kind of thinking.

How could they? Random sexual activity, including that between same-sex and multiple partners, was given a green light. The growing acceptance of contraception gave way to no-guilt, no-responsibility relationships. Sex began to replace love. The beauty of intimate, unconditional, reciprocal love devolved into a self-centered search for transitory euphoria.

Somewhere along the line, people forgot priests were men. Just because they wear a collar doesn’t mean they don’t think like men, especially when it comes to the sins of the flesh. It meant they had to work harder in keeping those thoughts and desires channeled into chaste outlets. In spite of being educated against improper physical exchanges with females, their desire to feel physical pleasure like everyone else manifested in distorted forms of release.

Satan knows all our weaknesses, and he’s ever vigilant in trying to seduce us away from God. He doesn’t want us at peace. He wants us chained to sin and misery. Those in the position to lead others to Christ are his greatest targets. While it may seem like he’s winning the war with our Catholic Church, we must look to history for who will eventually win. This isn’t the first time he’s planted seeds of corruption on the inside, and because the Church is run by humans, it won’t be the last.

We can’t undo the havoc evil has wreaked over the past fifty years. The pain caused by the sexual revolution — a revolution that made the effects of narcissism pandemic — is immense. It has fostered deep-seated vices that not only have infiltrated the Church but have found their way into just about every household, mine notwithstanding.

That fact that sexual perversity is everywhere does not excuse the atrocious abuse of pastoral authority by bishops who have allowed men with deep-seated problems to inflict their brokenness on the innocent, causing a ripple effect of brokenness in the lives of their victims. The Church, and those who represent her, should be a safe haven against the world’s evil, not a channel of it. Those in authority who have allowed such contagion to run rampart must be removed from their faculties, immediately. Non-Vatican investigations need to take place and those convicted of crimes should be punished as any other criminal who commits this kind of malefaction.

“Master, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” (John 6:67-68)

Understandably, our first response may be to abandon the Church, but that would be the easy way out — and most certainly would please the enemy because, after all, that’s his intent. It would also mean abandoning the vast majority of clergy who join us in disgust at what’s happened, those whose humility and faithfulness keep them out of the limelight, allowing them to persevere behind the scenes; who, despite the accusing looks and hurtful words of undeserved accusation, fight hard to live their lives in purity, upholding the teachings of Christ. These holy men need our support. Just as Jesus asked the apostles, he asks us, “Do you also want to leave?” To which we should reply as Peter, “Master, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” (John 6:67-68) Where else can we go to encounter the True Presence of Christ in the Eucharist?

What we can do to remove this putrid stain from the white garment of the Bride of Christ is to fight back by rising up in virtue. Instead of leaving, we need to start leading! Throughout the ages it took courageous saints to root out rot and return the Church to her heavenly splendor. After all, Jesus told Peter, “You are Peter, and on this rock I will build my Church, and the gates of hell will not prevail against it.” (Matt. 16:18) He also said to the apostles, “In the world you will have trouble, but take courage, I have conquered the world.” (John 16:33)

Confident that no matter how hard Satan hits he will not prevail, we are being called to be the St. Peter Damians, St. Francis of Assisis, St. Thomas Mores, St. Philip Neris, St. Theresa of Avilas, St. Joan of Arcs, St. Ignatius of Loyolas, among many others. We need to ask ourselves, “What is disgusting in my life? Where do I compromise? Where is my infidelity or corruption?” and we need to stop it! In order to change the Church, we, the laity, need to begin by changing ourselves; repenting and refusing to make compromises with our own sinful nature.

The only place to start is with prayer. First, we need to ask God to help us forgive those who have hurt us. This may be the hardest part to becoming saints, especially in the case of these abuses. Jesus tells us, “If you forgive others their transgressions, your heavenly Father will forgive you. But if you do not forgive others, neither will your Father forgive your transgressions.” (Matt. 6:14-15)

To forgive those who hurt us doesn’t mean we accept what they did as being okay. Absolutely not! It means we no longer want to be controlled by the pain they inflicted, and we release them into God’s judgment. It often requires us to forgive over and over again, because it’s hard and can only be achieved with the help of God.

Next, we need to ask for the courage and humility to acknowledge our own filth. We’ve all hurt someone in some way or another by our selfishness. Once we’re able to forgive others, we can approach the confessional with expectant mercy and know God will give us a clean slate to begin anew. In the state of grace, our power to fight off temptation is fierce, which is why Satan convinces us we do not need to go.

Once freed from our transgressions, we have the capacity to fully accept all that Jesus offers when we receive him at the altar. Where sin and selfishness took up residence, we now have room in our souls for love. We should strive to receive Our Lord often so that this authentic love can take root, bringing the kind of joy to our lives that transforms the Church and defeats the effects of evil.

But love does not come without a price. Love, in its most beautiful form, comes from laying oneself aside for the betterment of others. Sometimes we find it difficult to put ourselves aside, especially in fighting off ingrained sin. Our hearts are willing but the flesh is weak. It’s here that we can turn to fasting for assistance. St. Thomas Aquinas gives us a threefold purpose for fasting: it bridles lust of the flesh, it helps the mind arise more freely to the contemplation of heavenly things, and it makes reparation for our sins. (St. Thomas Aquinas, Summa Theologica Question 147: Of Fasting).

Fasting makes reparation for sins and can also be used to repair some of the hurt done to victims of abuse. God can take the fruits of our acts of detachment in sacrificial love to heal those who are hurting, even without them knowing.

While the media wants us all riled up, let us join together on this crusade in courageous faith, knowing God is on our side. Get out that rosary — the greatest weapon against evil — and pray it daily; receive Communion often in the state of grace and offer it up in reparation for sin, then add a little fasting for strength to carry on.

No. Satan has not won. He has not overturned the Catholic Church. We have Christ’s promise that he never will. Disclosure of the evil Satan has wrought has opened a festering wound. Now it can be cleaned of all infection, and hopefully true healing can begin.

Dump The Dirty Water

“God means to fill each of you with what is good, so cast out what is bad! If He wishes to fill you with honey and you are full of sour wine, where is the honey to go? The vessel must be emptied of its contents and then cleansed.” — St. Augustine of Hippo

Recently I had a conversation with two friends who were lamenting all the misery in their lives — years of struggles consumed them. They couldn’t seem to get their heads above water no matter what they did. Tired of it all, they longed for a magic formula to change their lot.

Both are people with whom I generally refrain from discussing religion, because I know it makes them uncomfortable. But this day it was impossible for me to keep silent. It’s agonizing seeing others go through tough times, especially when you’ve been in their shoes. What’s more difficult is to have found a way to rise above and then be expected to hold back from sharing the secret of your success.

I told the two they weren’t going to like my advice, but I promised it was as close to a magic formula as they were going to get. “Surrender,” I said. I owe every bit of what I have — material blessings, a wonderful husband, six great kids, good health, amazing friendships, peace and happiness — to the fact I’ve struggled against self and allowed God’s will to prevail. I tried to explain that we remain unhappy and frustrated when we insist on things God sees as not being ultimately good for us. (Because he knows what makes us happy and can see things we don’t.)

I’ve insisted on my will most of my young adult life. Unfortunately, I come from a bloodline of stubborn pride. Yes, Italians can cook like nobody’s business, love with passion unleashed, and embrace all things beautiful; but our biggest downfall is our deep-seated pride. Plainly, we don’t like people telling us what to do — but, then again, who does? Pride is the one thing that most gets in the way of God’s plan for our ultimate prosperity.

Reaching the point of realizing we are not in control is a difficult process. We want to think we are, and we’ll just about kill ourselves to prove it, but we really aren’t. When I finally figured out my will was no match against God and surrendered my way in order to do things his way, the frustration turned into joy, and my life began to be blessed with many wonderful things.

God often allows our free will to bring us to the point of being in such a big mess that we have no other choice than to turn to him. He can, and will, fix all of the tattered fringes of our screw-ups and somehow weave them into a most beautiful garment — if we allow him.

Lent is a perfect time to begin again. One of the most wonderful things we have as Catholics is the sacrament of reconciliation, also referred to as confession. Here we can empty and scrub out the vessel of our soul to make room for Our Lord. At our baptism we were marked as sons and daughters of God. Our souls were washed clean of original sin, made pure, and filled with the light of Christ.

Our Protestant brothers and sisters also acknowledge the beauty of baptism and rejoice in washing the soul clean. But unlike them, left to carry the sins they make after being baptized, we have recourse to the sacrament of reconciliation, which gives us the opportunity to once again be reconciled with God and return to that same state of grace given to us in our baptism. And we have this opportunity available to us as often as we need or desire it.

Unfortunately, this sacrament often gets a bad rap. Many old-time Catholics have memories of going to confession with stern priests who made them feel so awful they decided not to go back. Some don’t go because they are afraid God will ask too much of them — afraid that if they admit to a sin, they’ll have to give it up and miss out on something they think God couldn’t possibly replace with something better. Others refuse to believe they are real sinners and think they don’t need to go. Still others decide not to air their dirty laundry to anyone, not even the one person who, acting in the place of Christ, can relieve them of the agony of carrying that ugly load. It’s too bad, because this gift is meant for our benefit and, if taken advantage of regularly, is a source of joy.

When my children were young, I never wanted them to feel that confession was about reminding them how bad they were. I wanted them to look at it as an opportunity for having another chance to get it right: a clean slate with God. I took them out in the backyard with one of my glass vases and explained how our soul can be likened to a vase.

GlassAt baptism our soul is filled with sanctifying grace, the kind that lives in us and unites us to God’s will. I filled the vase with clean water to signify being filled with his grace. Taking a flashlight, I put it against the glass to show how the light reflects through and out the other side, spilling into the surrounding area. I explained that Christ is the light we receive at baptism and we, like the vase filled with pristine water, are made to reflect his light onto others, dispelling the darkness of this world. This is the mission of every Christian.

But we are human. And in our humanness, we sin — a lot. We are selfish and don’t always want God’s way; we want ours, which, little by little, diminishes the grace needed to be in union with him.

If we continually told our best friend we don’t want or need his help and advice and to go away, would he want to hang around? Not mine. He’d tire of me not heeding his good counsel as I continued to complain about wallowing in my mess and eventually leave me in my pride to fend for myself. In order to maintain a close friendship, we need to be open to the wisdom of those who care about us and careful not to sever ties. If, now and then, we hurt our friend, we should be eager to apologize and show him how much we love him by being a better friend. It’s no different with our relationship with God.

I explained to the children all of our sins can be compared to dirt. I gave each of them a spoon and told them to scoop up some dirt and empty it into the water. Whenever we sin, it’s like taking a spoonful of dirt and sprinkling it into the vase filled with crystal-clear water.

Some sins are a teaspoonful: those times when we get angry or lose patience; when we’re lazy, complain, or choose not to do the things we know we should be doing. They are small acts of selfishness. Others are a tablespoonful: things like lying, cheating, or causing others emotional or physical pain. These are the kind of sins that clearly show our lack of obedience, love, and respect for those around us.

And there are the serving-spoonfuls: These are the serious sins. We call them mortal sins because they separate us from the love of God by cutting off the umbilical cord of grace. Three things need to be present for a sin to be of this caliber: 1) The matter must be grave. 2) The person committing the sin must have full knowledge of the immorality or evil involved in it. 3) He or she must willingly consent to commit it. These sins include murder, rape, incest, perjury, adultery, and of the like. In a sense, these sins are the kind where we blatantly say, “No, God! I will not serve you!” At this point we have walked away from sanctifying grace by our own accord and, in a sense, have undergone a spiritual death. We have told God we don’t want his help or his ways, and we are our own master.

As the children emptied their spoons into the water, they watched it grow cloudier with each spoonful. The more that was added, the less the light was reflected. I explained that the teaspoon and tablespoonfuls, over time, could eventually make that water pretty murky, and the light would have a harder time shining through, which meant others would have a difficult time seeing the Jesus in our souls. Eventually, they could see the light from the flashlight was only a small spot on the glass with no reflective properties at all.

Finally, they dumped the serving-spoonful in the water, and it turned the whole thing into a big clump of mud. Applying the flashlight again to the glass, we could not see any of the light whatsoever. The children, wide-eyed asked, “What happens if we get mud? Will we never be able to have Jesus shine in us again?” I smiled.

God knew when he created us that we would refuse him on many levels. He knew in our ignorance of his master plan and in our lack of trust we would want to take control, and in doing so would be the cause of our own unhappiness. This is why he gave us the sacrament of reconciliation — so we can be reconciled with Love over and over again.

I flipped over the vase, took a spoon and scooped out all the dirt. I told the children this is what happens when we go to confession. We empty out all the yuck — even the mud! Then I grabbed a towel, scrubbed out the residue, and made the vase clean again. This represented the words of the priest when he tells us our sins have been forgiven. Finally, I filled the vase back up with fresh water and told them this is how our souls looks after confession. We are filled again with sanctifying grace, reunited with the love of God and able to share that love and light with others.

Because of this childhood lesson, our kids have grown to have a healthy view of being right with God. They’ve come to love this sacrament, and they understand how good it feels to get a clean slate and begin again. They recognize when they are in the state of grace, it’s easier to make better decisions, avoid temptation, and follow God’s plan. And the reward for their humility and obedience — blessings galore!

Here’s where St. Augustine’s quote comes in. If we want God to reside in us — if we want to allow his will to take us on a path to happiness and joy — we need to clean out the mud that takes up space in the vessel of our soul. How can we expect Christ to want to be present if we are living in a space occupied by things offensive to him? We wouldn’t want to live in a house packed to the ceiling with dirt, feces, garbage, and all kinds of defilement, yet we somehow think that kind of a home is befitting of the King of Kings! When you love someone, you give them your best. If we’ve invited Jesus to live within us, we should do our best to make his home worthy of his presence.

During this time of Lent, we are reminded of our lot by the ashes we received on our foreheads on Ash Wednesday. This is an outward sign of our coming to the realization that we are not in control. The fasting and bumped-up efforts to be there for others have a twofold effect: they give us an opportunity to let go of the attachments we have to worldly things — those things that often lead us into sin and weigh us down — and they shift our focus to reliance on Christ, uniting us to his suffering so that our capacity to love increases.

Our Lord does not want us living in the misery we bring upon ourselves. He doesn’t want us breaking that umbilical cord of sanctifying grace, because he has so much more in store for us than our paltry, selfish ways of feeling good. He wants us truly happy, at peace, and filled with honey!

As for my friends, I shared the Scripture passage revealed to me years ago when I could not get my head above water: “For I know well the plans I have in mind for you, plans for your welfare and not for woe, so as to give you a future of hope. When you call me, and come and pray to me, I will listen to you. When you look for me, you will find me. Yes, when you seek me with all your heart, I will let you find me and I will change your lot.” — Jeremiah 29:11-14.

I asked them to trust me. This was the magic formula that changed my lot. Seek him with all your heart. His generosity cannot be outdone.

Easter is the time of new beginning and new life. Lent gives us an opportunity to prepare for this new beginning by making the effort to reconcile with God, especially if we’ve got mud in our vase. It’s the time to relinquish control, give up the pride — especially if life seems extra hard right now — and clean out our vessels, giving it our all to put aside self and seek him.

If at Easter you have a smile on your face and peace in your heart, and blessings begin to fall into place, don’t thank me. Thank Our Lord, because it’s him, not me, calling you.