Column A ruling that would sicken a Pharisee
By TIM UNSWORTH
Recently, the number of American
Catholics dropped from 62,391,484 to 62,391,479. Thats only five fewer
Catholics, a loss that would normally attract little notice. But the loss of
Jenny Richardson, a 5-year-old candidate for her first Eucharist, together with
that of her two siblings and her parents, amounts to a spiritual abortion that
leaves me sicker than Peters mother-in-law.
If I were not a Catholic, I dont think I would even have a
reason to write. I would have no reason to laugh because the church is the
source of my humor. I would have no reason to feel guilty about not
genuflecting. Being a Catholic colors my every thought. As the late Catholic
novelist, J.F. Powers, wrote, being a Catholic makes for stronger
beer.
Yet, there are moments when Unitarianism with its Ten Suggestions
looks awfully good to me. There are times when our contradictory, pharisaical
and hypocritical church is so pastorally insensitive that it would physic a
goat. Jennys story is one of those moments.
Jenny lives in a Boston suburb of Natick, Mass. (NCR, Feb.
9). Her family worshiped at St. Patricks Church, where an earlier pastor,
Joseph Greer, achieved a measure of fame because of his saintly death from
cancer.
Jenny suffers from celiac disease, an illness that affects the
lining of the small intestine, which causes it to react adversely to gluten, a
protein that is present in wheat and other grains. When the small intestine
comes in contact with gluten, the membrane that lines the intestine loses its
fluffy texture and becomes smooth. As a result, the intestine is usually less
able to absorb nutrients. The disease lowers resistance to other illnesses. It
rarely shows up in adulthood but it can seriously affect a child. It can be
treated by a gluten-free diet.
Ah, but the gluten gets in the way. In a 1995 circular letter to
the episcopal conferences, Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, prefect of the
Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, expanded on Canon 924.2 and
proclaimed, Special hosts
in which gluten has been removed are
invalid matter for the celebration of the Eucharist. Ratzingers
ruling pointed out that an essential ingredient of wheat is the active presence
of gluten. As if to ensure air tightness, the ruling went on to hesitate to
recommend even the use of low-gluten hosts.
Because Jennys young body cannot digest gluten, she has been
denied permission to receive her first Eucharist.
As I read the story distributed by the Associated Press, I thought
of those priests whom I know who celebrate the Eucharist with gluten-free hosts
and mustum, the unfermented wine, which alcoholics must have to be free of
their disease. I recall cases where whole ordination classes gather annually to
celebrate their anniversary. Rather than exclude their classmates, the entire
class consumes gluten-free bread and mustum -- a gesture that would give a
chancery careerist the vapors.
I think of those priests who make prayerful pastoral decisions and
who grant annulments in the privacy of the confessional rather than put the
petitioner through a long, invasive and painful process that often leaves them
diminished. And Im constantly viewing Catholics in illicit marriages
receiving the Eucharist. Scandalous beyond measure.
According to estimates by the Celiac Disease Foundation, as many
as 1 in 250 people can be affected by this disease, which, while treatable, can
also be fatal. The statistic suggests that there may be at least 250,000 U.S.
Catholics with celiac disease. Thus, what amounts to a good-sized diocese is in
danger of receiving the Real Absence and losing their soul in the process. But
the ruling must stand. An abomination. A desecration. A sacrilege.
Good God, where do we get these rigid, insensitive authority
figures with souls as cold as a witchs bosom? The ruling on Jenny would
sicken a Pharisee, but the culture of royal consciousness and control among the
bishops appears to place precedence over charity.
One sign of an unhealthy institution is its obsession with detail
and control. Now that episcopal credibility has been lost, their authority has
been reduced to swatting flies. What should have been a minor pastoral decision
is now in the hands of a prince of the church. It is bound to make him an
object of ridicule.
There must be priests in Boston and elsewhere who are sitting on
the edge of their beds and weeping, wondering if this is what they went on
their bellies for on the day they were ordained.
I have never had trouble believing that the Eucharist was the Body
of Christ. I simply wondered if it was bread. It tasted like shirt cardboard.
Now, I will have to throttle the eucharistic minister and get the recipe, lest
I soil my tongue with invalid, gluten-free Eucharist.
I am reminded of that great Septuagesima Sunday in 1965 when,
after at least a thousand years, the altars in most U.S. churches were turned
around and the priests stopped saying Mass with their behinds to the people.
They also began praying at least part of the Mass in English. Changes could
happen. Exceptions can be made. The church survived. I am wandering terribly
now but I submit that all this has something to do with Jenny Richardson, who
only wanted to receive Christs body with her family and her classmates.
(Jennys pastor did tell her parents that she could receive Communion in
the form of wine instead of bread. But they declined. Her mother told the
Associated Press, She feels different wherever she goes but should not be
made to feel different in church.)
The Richardson family now worships in a Methodist church where the
rules governing Communion are different. Methodists believe that the bread and
wine are symbolic, not the actual transubstantiated body and blood of Christ.
(Boy, will they get theirs!)
Its likely that the Associated Press story went to news
offices all over the country. I dont know how many other celiac patients
-- or even Mary and Joe Catholic -- will say: OK, thats it.
Im out of here. Will many shake the gluten from their feet and
leave?
St. Therese used to say, God is nothing but mercy and
love. I guess she didnt know what a grain of gluten would do.
Tim Unsworth writes from Chicago where he wears a galero around
the house. You can reach him at unsworth@megsinet.net
National Catholic Reporter, February 23,
2001
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