Catholic Girl Problem #55: I am not Audrey Assad.
(credit to takeheartmydaughter)
Catholic Girl Problem #55: I am not Audrey Assad.
(credit to takeheartmydaughter)
Catholic Girl Problem #54: When people tease about only dating boys you would want to marry.
(credit to evereverafterly)
Catholic Girl Problems #53: Being teased for “turning your last boyfriend into a sem,”
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I’m terribly sorry you don’t think that I’m an accurate representation of every Catholic girl.
This blog is entitled “MyCatholicGirlProblems” for a reason. It is my problems but also the problems of other Catholic girls. That’s why it’s open for submissions! If the submissions are not like these submissions:
then they get posted.
This is a blog run by me, for me and other Catholic girls who love our faith. Yes, we might swing towards the more traditional side of Catholicism, but we actually just try to live in the fullness of truth and according the guidelines, tenets, dogmas, and doctrines of Catholicism.
These problems do have to do with being Catholic. I wouldn’t be wearing a chapel veil if I wasn’t Catholic. I wouldn’t be falling in love with future priests if I wasn’t Catholic (okay, I might be but with a much less incidence).
If the number of notes each one got was any indication, I’d say I’m not the only one with those ‘problems’. Yes, they’re not all serious problems of morals or whatever.
But this blog is made for fun. If it doesn’t fit you, go back to the Serenity Prayer. And if you think we’re not living the way we should pray for us that we have more ‘actual Catholic girl problems’ than these.
I sincerely hope I didn’t offend you or anyone else with this opinion in any way.
People in the past who have asked this same question were invited to change the blog, yet they didn’t.
I hope you are blessed and having a prayerful and fruitful Lent!
I don’t want to go into this too much, because I have 75 other asks that are stuck in my ask box, but Roe v Wade does not save lives.
If we ignore the fact that there are 4,000+ children murdered daily in the US, then that leaves us with a maternal death count, on which there are no reliable government statistics.
Read that article. Also, before anyone tells me it’s a pro-life website and blah blah bias, I would like to point out that any ‘counter links’ that have EVER been given to me have been from pro-choice websites. So. I question everything I read. I don’t accept things blindly. I suggest you do the same - with your own sources.
Planned Parenthood says it’s not an abortion factory. Why, then, do we have books like Abby Johnson’s Unplanned?
I appreciate it. I really do.
To answer your question, I don’t think I live in fear. I think it’s more…respect?
For example, has there ever been someone in your life you wanted to please? That you wanted to be proud of you? That you never wanted to disappoint because of all the good and nice and kind things that they did for you? What about someone you never wanted to hurt, yet you had the power to hurt with one word, one action?
For me, and I think, for many Catholics, that’s what leads us to not want to sin. Sure, we fear hell, but if we avoid sin because of the fear of hell, then we’re doing it for ourselves. We do not want to sin because it makes the One who took all of our sin onto the cross feel pain. Every sin is a lash in his side. So we do not live in fear of wrath, but in fear of living our lives on the way of Truth.
So yes, I fear sin because I fear that I might cause a tear to drip down His perfect cheek as He hangs on the cross. “I thirst,” He said. Not thirst for water, or some other drink, but a thirst for souls.
Yes, I fear being tempted because I fear it will lead me to sin.
Yes, I fear I am not living the way God is calling me to live because He has a plan for me that will lead me to total happiness with Him in heaven and I know that my choices have the ability to lead me from that path of beauty towards another one and I would honestly rather die than spend eternity separated from Him.
Because no matter what we do, He’ll only love us more.
Because the government is for the people, by the people, and of the people. And it is not about my morality, it’s about the government forcing me to violate the teachings of my faith which means the government is telling me how to live my religious life and is thus violating the first amendment. Let women who want contraceptives A) not have Catholic health care providers or B) pay for it themselves.
This is probably a terrible explanation so I suggest you refer yourself to thepapists or catholicanswers or sword-meets-rose for a better explanation. If you would like a better answer from me personally, inbox me and ask for my personal url.
The Catholic Girl Problems ask box is now closed on this issue.
Be blessed and have a wonderful day:)
Catholic Girl Problem #51: “Catholic girls think sex is shameful.” 4 words: Theology of the Body.
Sex is beautiful!
(credit to thatothersmaybelovedmorethani)
Sorry for the typo. Catholic Girl Problem 51a: Saying that there are 3 words in Theology of the Body because the abbreviation is TOB.
The following is an excerpt from The Midnight Dancers by Regina Doman
The first speaker is Paul, a Catholic young man; the second is Rachel, a young woman raised in a stringent Christian household. This book and its author are highly recommended.
“Once upon a time, there were men and women in the world.”
“Just as there are now.”
“Just as now. And there was a devil, as there is also now, and he desired to destroy the happiness of men and women. So he created a twisted looking glass. This looking-glass was not a mirror, but a piece of glass so invisible that a man could look through it and not realize he was seeing a twisted reality. And it reflected a bit, like a mirror, so that a man could see himself, or what he thought was himself.”
“Go on,” Rachel said.
“Now, this glass was made particularly for men, and the devil made sure that men looked through it whenever they chanced to look at women. And this glass changed the women.”
“It made them ugly,” Rachel said, thinking she had heard this story before.
“No, not really. That’s actually a lot harder to do than you might think. What the mirror did was more insidious. It reduced them.”
“So that, to a man looking through the glass, the woman appeared to be an object, a pretty plaything put there for his pleasure. Now, the man might know that the woman had brains, or talents, or any number of other gifts, but when he looked through the mirror, he saw her only as a toy. And the devil made every effort to push that glass before a man’s eyes when he was as young as possible. So that most men were so used to looking through the glass that, even when it wasn’t there, the images they saw in the glass dictated their reality.”
“Hmph,” was all Rachel could think of to say.
Paul kicked the water with his toe. “There was a further trick to the devil’s glass. The glass taught the men to sort all women they saw into two types: worthwhile, and not worthwhile. Or ‘good’ and ‘bad’, as some men took to calling them. Good and bad toys. And so this was the way they had of speaking about women among themselves. As you can imagine, the women couldn’t help overhearing these conversations. And even though most of the women hadn’t glanced through the mirror, they couldn’t help think of themselves in that manner.As toys. Good or bad toys.”
“What was the difference between the good toys and the bad toys?” Rachel said, scraping at the rock with her fingernail.
“Nothing,” Paul said,
“What do you mean, nothing?”
“Nothing essential,” Paul said. “Once you’ve decided to see a person as a toy, the degrees between the toys are close to non-existent. But for practical purposes as far as the deluded men were concerned, there was a difference.”
“Which was?” Rachel asked.
“Time,” Paul said slowly. “Only time. You spend more time with a good toy. Lots of time. You date her, you take her out, you pay her lots of compliments. You might even marry her. But in the end, she’s just a toy.”
“And the bad toys?” she asked after a moment.
His face had a rigid, hard look on it. “You don’t waste your time. You play with them, but not for long. Maybe not even twenty-four hours. And then you don’t care if you ever see her again. Remember,” he said, “From this twisted point of view, a smart man doesn’t waste his time on bad toys.”
“But what about Christian men?” she objected.
“Christian men were taught to look through this mirror, too. Sometimes they attached more importance to the ‘good’ versus ‘bad’ distinction. You have to make sure you marry a ‘good’ toy. Because a Christian man doesn’t waste his time on ‘bad’ toys. Oh, maybe a Christian man might glanced at a ‘bad’ toy - say, in the pages of a sports magazine, or on a web page. But a good Christian doesn’t waste his time on ‘bad’ toys. You want a good toy - just one. Or at any rate, only one at a time.”
His voice was bitter. She was breathing hard, staring at him.
“But that’s not fair!”
“Of course it’s not.”
“I don’t believe all men are like this.”
He met her eyes. “They’re not, but don’t underestimate the power of the looking glass. Many, many women do. They think they’re being brave. But they’re only naive. Naive girls who think they’re being bold are girls who are going to get hurt. And maybe hurt beyond repair.”
He looked away. “You see, there’s no place in a deluded man’s world for an old toy, or an ugly toy, or a toy who doesn’t have the right figure, or whose body doesn’t work the way it should - a handicapped toy, a toy who’s fallen ill. If the toy was once a good toy, you might hang around - after all, she was once a good toy. And you can feast on the memories, and keep an eye on other good toys from the sidelines or glance at the bad toys in the magazines - but a a ‘smart’ man doesn’t let himself get stuck with a toy who’s been used or is in need of repair.”
She wiped her eyes, angry. “What are you telling me this? I know all of this already. I know everything you’re saying.”
Now he turned to her and looked at her, his voice unexpectedly husky. “You do?”
“Yes,” her face was red with shame. “It’s what happens to girls who aren’t careful. Who think too much about their bodies. I’ve been warned all my life about what happens to girls - who become like you said. Who become bad toys.”
His face twitched, as if he were in pain. He said softly, “Don’t say that. Don’t you understand? The whole point is, it’s all a lie. You’re not a toy at all.”