Absolutely beautiful blog post from Father Finigan.
As it is not very long I allow myself to re-post it in its entirety.
“My Mum Forced me To Clean My Teeth”
“I am heartily sick of the protest “I don’t go to Mass because my parents forced me to go when I was young.” OK Son, what else did your parents force you to do?
Your parents forced you to wash before you went out in the morning. Those cruel tyrants made sure that you cleaned your teeth before you went to bed. They dragged you kicking and screaming to school so that you could learn to read – and the teachers collaborated by forcing you to learn the alphabet and put the words together.
To top it all, after looking after your physical needs, they had the temerity to exercise their authority by looking after your spiritual needs and taking you to Mass on Sunday.
If they had neglected to see that you were clean, had suitable clothes, eat some sort of nourishing food, get some education and cross the road safely, they would have been visited by social services and given a care plan so that you could be healthy and safe.
And you are complaining because they took responsibility for your eternal life?
In this context, it is relevant to quote again the classic:
Ten reasons why I never wash
- I was forced to as a child.
- People who wash are hypocrites – they think they are cleaner than everybody else.
- There are so many different kinds of soap, I can’t decide which one is best.
- I used to wash, but I got bored and stopped.
- I wash only on special occasions, like Christmas and Easter.
- None of my friends wash.
- I’ll start washing when I get older and dirtier.
- I can’t spare the time.
- The bathroom is never warm enough in winter or cool enough in summer.
- People who make soap are only after your money”.
I would add the following:
“11. Some soap representatives turned out to be child abusers.”
“12. If I start using the soap, I’ll have to make an effort to stay clean.”
“13. If I start using the soap, there’ll be unpleasant discussion with my stinking neighbours.”
Let us play a game.
Let’s imagine that you are a famous rock star. Fame, money, girls, the lot. Your ego balloons dangerously. At the same time you have a lot of more or less penniless friends who are now slowly expecting that you do something for them. You would like to of course, but you won’t certainly pay for fake grace and favour jobs for all of them. I mean, even in “Entourage” they are only a handful and when you have a driver, a manager and a cook that’s pretty much it.
But then your ego continues to grow and you are tired of being perceived only as a successful singer. You want to become more than that. You want to be a kind of messiah.
As a third problem, there’s the fact that you want to travel in style without paying, and you want to meet famous people.
And then there’s your agent, who has been saying for years that you need to stay more in the headlines because fame is a cruel mistress. Look at madonna (little m) and Angelina (big…. lips), how many children they adopt and how much popularity it brings them!
You must, then, do something which allows you to:
a) place a lot of friends and friends of the friends (and mistresses, and the like) in well-paid jobs, without costing you a penny;
b) make yourself important at no cost to you;
c) use other people’s money to tell foreign Governments how to use taxpayer’s money.
At the end of the story you will be the idol and they will be the idiots, because the game can be played ad infinitum: you will always be able to say that the West “doesn’t do enough” whilst the crowds adore you and the government will always be interested in getting near you.
This is the killer media magnet. Beats adopting third world children any day.
If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to let it grow up to 120 people (that’s a lot of friends even if you include the friends of the friends and the mistresses) and even make good weather with journalists, which is rather important for a pop icon anyway.
Yup. You must create an advocacy group.