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This morning at Saint Mary’s I was reading Women, Earth and Creator Spirit by Elizabeth H. Johnson. It was one of those books that is, literally, brilliant, where when you read it you can actually feel yourself glowing, your head setting on fire. I would read a page at a time and then have to walk it off. To give it an entirely unfair nutshell Johnson connects the rape of the Earth to traditional patriarchal belief systems. This is the system through Christianity AND modern scientific thought are interpreted and Johnson states, convincingly, that it is a harmful one and one that cannot last.
Anyway, went to Mass at the convent this morning. So, it appears that the less Catholic I say I am the more Catholic I remain. Going to the convent is not the same as going to a regular Catholic church. You are in a house full of very old, very determined old women and the God they are praying with is a different one. The Mass is different. When the priest says, “Body of Christ,” what he is saying is: “We are all is Body. The whole world belongs to him. Will you take your responsibility in this. He has given himself to you if you will give yourself to him. Will you receive him. Can you do this totally? Even though you are afraid.”