“What’s that supposed to be? The body of Christ?”
He said it in a mocking tone through a half-smirk, half-scowl, as he held up a round water cracker. He had plucked it off the slap-dash charcuterie board I set out for our Christmas house guests—him and his family.
He was Christian, like me, but made sure to let me know how he felt about my Catholicism right there in my own home. He preached his version of the truth, pulling up conspiracy websites and videos in the cracked-screen phone he shoved in my face.
He ruthlessly spouted lies and misconceptions about my faith but refused any healthy debate or reasonable discussion. He was too caught up in his ego trip, raining down fire and brimstone in my parlor, telling me to repent and follow Jesus.
If only he could understand that Jesus is everything to me–to us.
It wasn’t the first or last anti-Catholic sentiment I’d encountered since my return to the Church. From real life pettiness like this to offensive movies and TV shows, Halloween costumes, internet trolls. Celebrities and pop culture removing the Spirit from the beauty of the Church, making the sacred into an edgy, empty aesthetic. To vandalized churches, defaced icons, Mass disruptions and protests, stolen tabernacles, harassment and persecution throughout the world.
Anti-catholicism seems to be the last acceptable prejudice.
Prayers Over The Kitchen Sink 