An Analysis Of Our Catholicism
When the beautiful swan alighted by the banks
of the water, it came upon a crane wading
about seeking snails.
The crane viewed the swan in stupid
and then inquired: “Where do you come
“I come from heaven!” replied the swan.
what is heaven?” asked the crane. “Heaven!”
said the swan, “Heaven! Oh! It is awesome!
Streets made of gold, gates and walls
with precious stones, streams pure
trees with healing powers, stunning
going around…” The swan went on and
And yet, all this electrifying description
did not manage to arouse the slightest
in the crane. Its only question was,
there any snails there?” “Snails! Snails!”
repeated the swan! “No! Of course there
not.” “Then,” concluded the crane,
continued its search along the slimy
of the pool, “you can have your heaven.
want my snails!”
As I journey through the last lap of
I really believe that this legend has
truth underlying it. How many a young
to whom God has granted the gift of
home, has turned his back upon it and
for the snails of ‘fun’ and drugs!
a married man will sacrifice his wife,
family, his all, for the snails of
or gambling! How many a girl has deliberately
turned from the love of parents and
to learn too late that heaven has been
for the snails of an early pregnancy!
I often wonder whether we have ever
Christianity! I am positive that the
of answers I will get from the average
if I asked what the Church is all about,
would be something like this…going
do good, obey the commandments, try
do not fall into sin, respect the Pale’,
obey... All about laws. All about doing
that contain no excitement at all.
While being a Christian is something
It is all about knowing, and sometimes
that you are loved. It is not law related.
Not even achievement related.
When I say I am a Christian, I am not
that I am OK, I am just saying ‘I am
this is why I choose this way’. I am
that I have failed and can never make
on my own. A Christian stumbles constantly
and needs a Big Shot doggedly to guide
A Christian is not the perfect guy.
are too visible but He knows that God
cares for Him. He is keen on me, would
Saint Paul in wonderment. He loved
He died for me not when I was good
I was wicked and mean! For Saint Paul,
is the love to the enemy because He
love for me, a sinner.
Analyzing deeper the way we live our
perhaps the problem is that we have
given Christianity a real chance. We
something at CCD or at school, we found
boring or too demanding and we just
it on the side while we occupied ourselves
with the more important things in life
study, finding and securing a good
married and raising a family…
We never soared higher! When the wild
wounded by a hunter, landed safely
yard, he was welcomed by the startled
and chickens. They asked him all kind
questions. They wanted to know what
like to fly…
And the goose recounted one story after
of his flights and how breathtaking
to soar ‘in the wild blue yonder’.
chickens were impressed. Yet the strangest
thing happened. Or shall I say, never
While everyone enjoyed the stories
the glories of flying, no one ever
to fly! And the wild goose himself,
when his wings were healed, continued
talk about flying but he actually never
This parable is scary because it hits
close to home. How easy to speak about
a Christian and never being one. How
to go to mass and never actually feeling
the love of God! How easy to talk about
without actually never serving!
It is true. It may be more secure to stay
in the barnyard. But the truth is that to
enjoy the thrills of flying we must start
flapping our wings! Time to start?
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