Matt Fish at 30
Now this is good stuff -- painful to read, far more painful to write, but fearless self-analysis and examination of conscience. Excerpt: 2009 is the year I turn thirty years old. Such milestones contain a foreboding magnetism: they tend to...
Painful to read, far more painful to write -- and even more painful to LIVE.
Fish seems to think there is no middle ground between being pious and prodigal. Would G-d really want us to be paralyzed by such self-analysis as he is?
In one sense there is no "middle ground" between being pious and being prodigal. We are either on one path or the other path. I believe that Matt is on the path of piety, even in the midst of his failures.
But what I sense might be something that Matt has overlooked is the central message of Christianity: forgiveness. While it is very salutary to be honest about one's failings and need for grace, such honesty without attention to grace and forgiveness can be terribly painful.
Matt - God loves you even though he knows all your faults and disappointments. That's the beginning of wisdom. There is something very destructive in seeking spiritual perfection apart from that wisdom, and despair is one of the worst temptations of those who neglect this aspect of their faith life.
A very wise and holy priest once told me that true contrition is not really about focusing on our guilt and how terrible our sins are, but rather rejoicing in the immensity of God's merciful love. That's true humility, and it gives one a tremendous amount of freedom to approach God and live in his truth, even as we struggle.
-As I draw closer to my thirtieth birthday, increasingly I find myself looking back on my twenties with sadness, regret, even disgust.-
As someone who turns thirty the same year, i would like to put signature under this line. 10 month of youth has remained, though. Would they change anything? What to do to change? I don't know.
Hold on, comrade, don't give up!
The party in Moscow is over
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Have a good party.
Part of the problem with Catholic vocations may be celibacy. But bigger than that-it's kind of hard to take a young man in his 20s with limited life experience and by virtue of a seminary education make him a priest. Sorry to say many of th guys who went into the seminary in their late teens and early 20s sooner or later left the priesthood altogether. Part of life is love, and heartbreak.
I wish Father Fish well. Simply wonder if he and the Church might be best served if he either didn't embrace his vocation until he had lived a bit, or if the Church didn't make love and vocation mutually exclusive.
Wow Matt, lighten up. I don't mean to belittle your obvious angst, but hopefully when you turn thirty you'll start to realise that being so hard on yourself and so earnest about everything serves no purpose. I'm coming up on my 33rd next week and, after having dreaded my 30th birthday because I felt like I, too, had wasted my twenties, I reached the big day with a lovely feeling of calm. I really feel much more at ease with myself and the world. And much less worried about what others think of me. That is truly a blessing. I "lost" a lot of my twenties to mental illness and missed out on so many of the things that my peers took for granted. That's okay, I'm just doing them now - including starting university this year. I don't know your life story, but it sounds like you've been pretty blessed compared with most of your fellow human beings on this earth. Can I suggest, from experience, that you approach your 30th with a sense of gratitude for all you've experienced and an optimism that will surely come with your growing maturity and sense of your place in the world. All the best.
Not only my 20s, but also my 30s and most of my 40s are behind me, and I have done almost none of the things most of the other members of my age cohort have done, the things by which our culture tends to measure success: I have never married, I have no children, I have never established myself in a career, I have never owned a house, I don't have any investments or any money saved up, and I'm up to my ears in debt. (Well, OK, I imagine many of them *have* managed to do the last one. ;-) ) But on the other hand, I've never gone through a divorce, and unlike many of my friends I still have my parents, and they are both in reasonably good shape for their age. I (mostly) have my health, though now that I know I'm diabetic I have to take better care of myself. I have also been able to do quite a few interesting things with my life so far, and I am very lucky to be working at a job that I really like. Sure I have regrets, but, interestingly, very few of them are connected with not having accomplished any of the things that seem to define "success" in this country.
As a good friend of mine remarked to me just the other day, what happened before today doesn't really matter; it's what happens starting tomorrow that matters.
I wish a very Happy New Year to everyone who reads Rod's blog!
Another case of the perfect being the enemy of the good?
Hey Matt, lighten up.
We are called to follow even when there is no feeling and passion left in it, seemingly. Emotions and feelings are fickle, and we are unfaithful, but even still, we must continue. It's old, but it's an old standby, and I feel I must pull it out again. This quote means a lot to me, especially in dark times:
"Sooner or later He withdraws, if not in fact, at least from their conscious experience, all those supports and incentives.
He leaves the creature to stand up on its own legs—to carry out from the will alone duties which have lost all relish. It is during such trough periods, much more than during the peak periods, that it is growing into the sort of creature He wants it to be.
… Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.
Your affectionate uncle,
Screwtape"
Wow. David's post, literally every word of it - only change "diabetic" to "almost 47" - is a complete and total replica of my own life to date. And I don't regret the results, though had I the proverbial crystal ball of advance hindsight I'd have quit high school at 16, and foregone both college and grad school, as well as all parental financial largesse, in striking out on my own in work-based apprenticeships of one sort or another, and saved unto perhaps eventually launching myself in mail-order-cum-Internet, where I am in fact today. But the change would only be in a fatter bank account - I can do what I do now as long as I live, need only $10k/annum to live on, and can boost my income in proportion as I boost my chosen hours, at any points I choose across the weekly clock (as long as I get my weekly wrapping and shipping done by Friday morning c. 11 am). I'm far happier and far freer in spirit than I was when working under the petty tyrannies of industrialist-corporate office life on the one hand, and big-box Yule-heavy retail on the other. Small wonder that my entry into the "conservative" orbit thirty years ago was not through Buckley or Burke or Kirk, but through Harry Browne's neo-Thoreauvian How I Found freedom in an Unfree World.
I don't really know what to make of this Mr. Fish's testimonial. I know some now devoutly Catholic guys who've had some pretty sordid pasts. Is this a case of lost innocence? Disillusionment with the way life should be or what we should accomplish?
I went through a period where I had to grow out of some of my naive conceptions of the world, but it had very little to do with religion. In the end, it helped me grow spiritually in other areas. I'm almost 28 and really just starting out after some bumps in the road. So much for big dreams and accomplishments! I've got some good plans with my career, but my most important are just having time to absorb the last six or so years and build on the fruits of my (very tireless) labor.
The guy sounds depressed and probably in need of more help than theology or prayer can offer him in his frame of mind. There is nothing religious or virtuous about his state of mind. He continuously repeats patterns he can identify but can't seem to stop. He is excessively hard on himself and highly self-oriented.
His thoughts are just pulling him in on himself and making it worse. He is oriented toward a perfection that is getting in the way of real life.
A therapist who practices and teaches mindfulness is in order.
Or cognitive-behaviorism, which I think is a rather logical way to proceed.
His thoughts are just pulling him in on himself and making it worse and thats the truth.
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