Friday, January 19, 2007 | 6 responses | Filed Under: Daily
Someone threw holy water on me once.
She didn’t know me. She knew not my favorite color or novel or whether I had gone to my high school prom. She hadn’t met my parents or my children or my great-grandmother who, at 98, still smoked a pack of Camels a day. She had no idea that I learned to read when I was just four years old or that geometric theorems gave me migraines. She never heard that love song a pretty boy with a guitar had written for me or the story of how I’d secretly longed to be a member of the Brat Pack since the totally bitchin’ eighties and the arrival of Molly Ringwald. She’d never seen that old home video of me breakdancing when I was nine or that picture of my childhood pet, the great Gatsby.
She didn’t even know my name.
I looked down at the drops of oily water freckling my arms and then back at the stranger before me. The brochures and paperwork set out methodically on the table just moments before were, no doubt, wet as well. I stared at the smirk on her face and the blatant hatred in her eyes for but a moment before returning to the task at hand.
Just as she didn’t need to know my name, I needed not her reasons.
As I dabbed here and there with the paper towel, I wondered at my lack of anger. The voice that had always been first with the quick retort and witty debate was strangely silent. I looked around the room at all of her supporters and their stern faces and then at those that I stood by… She walked over to a group thick by the door and grinned in triumph at her three children just as the beginning of the program was announced. The woman in nun’s robes next to me laid a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently in encouragement before taking her place at the podium.
The button on my shirt said, “My Body. My Choice.”
The brochure in my hand said, “Keep It Safe. Keep It Legal .”
And the banner across the entranceway said, “This IS What Catholic Looks Like.”
Although I’ll always harbor a little regret for not pretending to melt and wither away on contact, I’ll never forget the lesson that I learned that day.
Even within those bonds born of love and faith, we travel different paths. Who am I to judge the way that is right?
January 19, 2007
Again let me say, I think you are wonderful. I hope you keep writing no matter what because I for one will keep reading!!
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January 23, 2007
I've seen you around the comment boxes at the "Cafe" although I've not read enough journals in general to say I've come to know you through yours. I did, however, get inspired to click through to your blog after reading your last post and I'm glad I did. You have gift for crafting a story that makes one stop and think.
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January 24, 2007
Thank you both. I am officially humbled. :)
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January 29, 2007
Very deep stuff…it seems like God always has a way of showing us stuff sometimes. He really has a great sense of humor.
Great post.. and nice blog! caught you on technorati
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February 12, 2007
Hey Courtney, I didn't know that you had a blog, but I think it is awesome! I also didn't know you were Catholic, me too, and while I am personally opposed to abortion, I do support a womens right to choose because unless you have been a mile in her shoes, you don't really know.
As for the above hate filled blather - all I can say is that I am totally speechless and as you already know about me, that takes alot. Peace.
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February 15, 2007
Hey, snow! Actually, I'm not catholic. A campus organization that I was involved with in college co-sponsored a lecture by Barbara Ferraro and Patricia Hussey. The lecture was based on their book, No Turning Back: Two Nuns Battle With the Vatican Over Women's Right to Choose. They called for dialogue within the Catholic Church on controversial subjects such as women's ordination, celibacy, birth control, abortion, divorce, etc.
You should definitely google them and take a look at all of the wonderful things that they have accomplished and still struggle to accomplish today!
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