There are all sorts of places where being a good Catholic conflicts with everyday life in the world. For instance, the clash of Sunday Mass obligation, with the sometimes unavoidable need to work on Sundays.
As a doctor in the NHS, I am often put in morally dubious situations, not of my own making, which I have to try to manage as morally as I can. As an example, I am asked to cover a colleague’s sickness, and end up having to anaesthetise a lady who is going to have a sterilisation. I may be able to ask a non Catholic colleague to do this case for me, but if they can’t, what should I do? Cancel the case? Disappoint the anxious patient? Waste my employers time and resources? Throw a dicky fit and bemoan the unfairness of it all?
I’ll be honest with you, sometimes I do not know the most Catholic solution. Then I will cross my fingers and try to choose the least worst option as I see it.
It can be hard to be chaste in these oversexed times, can’t it. Though middle aged, and married, I can still be caught off guard by the sight of a pretty young woman. Mrs Burrito helpfully applies the corrective discipline if she notices it.
I am sure I am not alone as a modern day Tantalus, as I notice even the heavyweight newspapers are full of pictures of fruity totty, clearly aimed at titillating older male readers. Perhaps this helps to sell newspapers?
I can become nervous and foolish around real life temptresses. If anyone should ask me if my gaucheness is because I am gay, I hope I will reply “It’s worse than that, I am a married Catholic!”
I also hope to find the occasion to say to one of these lovelies: “The greatest compliment I can pay you, my dear, is to say that you are a near occasion of sin”.
You will hear it first here, if either of these situations occur in real life.