Thanksgiving was wonderful in DC! One of the things I loved most this year was marveling at how the city empties out. Walking home from dinner last night I past huge apartment buildings, normally packed with young adults, windows twinkling with signs of life… but last night almost every window was flat black. The rare exceptions, those who stayed in town for the holidays, stood out like lonely sentinels keeping vigil over the quiet street.
Amidst all of my considerations about gratitude I thought about writing to some folks who’ve helped out a lot over the last few months here at the parish… and then a strange thought occurred to me, “What might happen next?” I’m usually fairly effusive in my thanks, never more so than when I write to someone… and it’s an unfortunate sign of the times that the desire to express gratitude is sometimes squelched by the need to [potentially] cover your back.
It’s not just gratitude, actually… there’s all sorts of silences that have begun to pop up in Church life. When a colleague… or even more so, a superior… asks me, “How are things going?” a flat “OK” or “Fine I suppose.” is sometimes the best I can manage… not because it’s actually how I feel, but because the neutral response can’t come back to haunt me later. Right? I mean when you answer, “Oh things are going great… couldn’t be better!” and then something blows up the reply comes back, “but Father we thought everything was just dandy and now this…” And so I (and many priests I know) limit ourselves and our official correspondences as much as possible.
It’s painful on a number of fronts, mostly summarized in this: Limiting communication means limiting the good that may come, even as you limit liability. And there it is… the word that has so come to dominate Church life, “liability.” Priests are treated as potential liabilities instead of treasured resources… conversations with parishioners always have, “how could this come back to bight me?” hanging over them… not only from the chancery but from the parishioner himself/herself… So we adopt protective measures… insurance policies, ostensibly to protect the Church, ourselves, you name it… The irony is, we end up being less Church-like and more corporate. Isn’t that one of the many overarching concerns about the deliberations of our leaders lately? Stuck inside our newly agreed upon silence, one begins to feel its limits more and more… its dehumanizing.
Recently I’ve been going back and forth over leaving the social media platform Twitter. I’ve always wanted to be part of the positive digital evangelization, but there’s just so much negativity… and often so unfounded. I’ve seen good people derided and squelched on Twitter… I’ve seen very dangerous and unorthodox people celebrated on all sides of all issues. The limits of Twitter -as a medium- are something akin to the unhealthy silence I mused on above. There’s another kind of silence: that of the official/public person. As a priest I try to be VERY reserved on Twitter because of my official and public position in the Church… meanwhile I watch other priests and even employees of my own local Church spout off on all sorts of things… seemingly without any consequence… Is there a level playing field to be had? The silence hurts. It stands in stark contrast to the beautiful affirming silence Cardinal Sarah speaks about in his book, “The Power of Silence”.
Should I stay on social media? If I do, should I be more vocal…? less? A devil-may-care attitude has never really been my thing… but …well, I don’t know. But it strikes me that when the administrative culture of the Church (under which I include not only the actual governance but also how we communicate) gets to a place where I am nervous about being grateful… that’s a problem. And when good Catholics lambast each other online… that’s a problem too. More questions than answers today I’m afraid. But one mustn’t be afraid to confront them with eyes of faith.