For nearly two thousand years, the question of Catholicism has buggered many of the world’s greatest minds. Specifically, the question in question is: Is it real? Is it possible that this might be the truth about God, or is it all some kind of diabolical invention to lead men astray? Does it even make sense?
As a devout, lifelong Catholic, I adamantly hold the position that the only way to be a good, practicing Catholic is to acknowledge and affirm that no, Catholicism does not make sense. However, it does a hell of a lot better job at not making sense than any other system of beliefs available to us.
But what are we looking for in these fruits? Well, since the claim in question is that God reversed all our logic by dying on the Cross, we ought to be looking for signs of that reversed logic. We ought to be looking for things operating exactly the opposite of how we would expect by human reason – and still not failing or falling apart. We ought to be looking for miraculous occurrences, like levitation or bilocation or bodily resurrection. We ought to be looking for wounds that bleed constantly but never kill. We ought to be looking for people who embrace pain and suffering because they believe it to be good for them. We ought to be looking for people who obstinately cling to outdated old books and, in so doing, bring a new light and new perspective into the world. We ought to be looking for an organization of people who do not trust in mere Man, led by mere men. We ought to be looking for an organization of people whose pyramidic hierarchy has been turned on its head, the leader given the title “Servant of Servants” rather than “King of Kings.” We ought to be looking for an organization that has outlasted all others in history, despite specifically concerted and orchestrated attempts to destroy it from both the inside AND the outside. We ought to be looking for ordinary household objects that are quite simply NOT what they appear to be any longer.
In short, we should be looking for the Catholic Church. And because we are so inconsiderately blocked at every turn by the fact that precisely such an organization, such a living contradiction of logic, does in fact exist (and thrive, no less), our objections to the illogic of the Crucifixion must fade; our swords must be laid down in fealty to the Lord who made the clockwork of our universe run backwards. The Catholic Church should not exist – but she does. She is the living proof that the Crucifixion was real, that the Resurrection actually happened, that the Incarnation is not a fable… and that most blessed and mysterious of mysteries, the Trinity, where three equals one and one equals three, can be believed with the same assent of faith that a bride gives to her husband on the altar.
We are the Church. We are the proof. We don’t make sense by any human standard, but that is because we are, quite frankly, no longer human, but God living in the world. You are what you eat, my friends.