This editorial lists a lot of the reasons I’m a Catholic.  Here’s the full article:

What do we Catholics have to offer?
The newspapers and magazines are awash with reviews and reports on the new militant atheism that is making sport of religion and lumping Catholics in the same soup with fanatical jihadists. The message from these apostles of a godless scientism is hardly fresh, but it seems to be getting great press and a new respectability. However, once one is past their tired attacks on the concept of a God-centered universe, the writers have little to offer but a vision of human life as a brief and meaningless consciousness in an equally meaningless universe. They give us an extended echo of Thomas Hobbes’s famous description of life as “brutal, nasty, and short.”

All this media chatter, however, has started us thinking about what exactly Catholics have to offer. What is it that gives meaning to our lives? What follows is a partial list.

For openers, in direct contrast to their “harsh, cold world” viewpoint, we Catholics have a vision where every single thing in our lives is vibrant with meaning.

We Catholics have an intellectual structure that informs us about our existence and the big questions of who we are and what life’s purpose is. This theological structure can be taught to young children and can enchant the minds of our greatest intellectuals.

We Catholics have a history. We are part of a long parade of individuals marching through the centuries, trying with varying degrees of success to follow in the footsteps of our Leader.

We Catholics have these wonderful feast days, like Easter and Christmas, that with the Church’s help we can save for our children from being totally “Disney-fied.” And we have others, like the Epiphany and All Saints’ Day, which punctuate the year, give structure to the passage of time and make us rich with stories.

We Catholics have all these generous people — priests and other religious — who have dedicated their lives to helping us get through our lives.

We Catholics have a rich tableau of saints who have already gained the kingdom of heaven and who are there rooting us on. From austere mystics to social activists, from John of the Cross to Mother Teresa, together they enliven our imaginations and inspire our lives. Not just plaster saints, they are flesh and blood examples to turn to when life gets messy and ugly.

We Catholics can join together weekly and even daily with friends and strangers in the Mass and have a sense of human solidarity and shared purpose. Our individual parish communities and our feeling of connectedness to our parish community is a constant reminder of how we are connected through Christ to all the world’s people.

We Catholics have time-tested rules, like “take care of your children,” “your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit” and “be honest in your dealings with others.” They point the way and save us from having to start from scratch and learn everything the hard way. Call it our Catholic moral compass.

We Catholics hold fast to a vision of the family as our primary focus and as our means to sanctity. As such, family is a metaphor for our larger connections in the world. And, therefore, we defend the family as a pillar of civilization.

We Catholics “own” a world of art treasures — paintings, sculpture, music, poetry and now film — that expands and quickens our understanding and devotion.

We Catholics have a liturgy, among humanity’s great works of art, which guides our worship and helps us reach for God.

We Catholics can travel all over the globe, be it Brazil or Thailand or Poland, and be at home at Mass with fellow worshipers.

We Catholics have a vast, institutional Church, which like us is imperfect, but mirrors our own struggle with sin and weakness and our own aspirations to fulfill the plan of the Creator.

We Catholics have a concept of work as the means of our becoming closer to God. Whether scrubbing a floor, tapping at a computer or flipping burgers, our work can be transformed into God’s work.

We Catholics have a place, a mental vantage point, from which to consider and evaluate the affairs of the world. While we are called to be good and faithful citizens, we have an identity that transcends national boundaries. As a result, we are more than just Americans or Italians or Chinese. Frightening as it is, we are each called to be a saint. We are, then, first and foremost, pilgrims seeking our true home. This identity provides a reference point for looking at the big and small events of the day.

And we Catholics have sacraments, sources of graces and blessings, which signal the key passages in our lives: birth, marriage, death. In the Eucharist, we receive into our own bodies the True Presence.

What divine gifts!

Kevin and Marilyn Ryan edited “Why I am still a Catholic” [Riverhead Books, 1998] and live in Chestnut Hill.

http://www.thebostonpilot.com/articleopinion.asp?ID=4009

My mom gave me the printed article, but I wanted to keep a “copy” here for later. 

Late on Saturday night, my mom told me about an issue with the public photo gallery I’d set up at www.kerryandwillie.com/gallery/.  The basic problem was that when you viewed the image, you only saw a small cropped thumbnail instead of seeing the full image.

When she first told me, I immediately felt the familiar clutching fear that I always used to get when someone brought up an technology issue that I didn’t know how to solve.  Despite over 7 years of experience solving technical problems and developing a reputation for providing answers, I still get a sense of dread that I wouldn’t be able to solve the latest problem in time.

But, in the last few weeks I’ve gained a new sense of peace in my life (possibly through a strengthened prayer life) and a newfound sense of confidence.  And so, I told myself to solve the problem, and was able to solve it in about 20 minutes.

Instead of stressing out about it or dismissing it as something that wasn’t that big in the grand scheme of things, I felt confidence in my own problem solving abilities.  It felt good to solve the problem, but it felt even better to feel good while solving the problem. 

I’ve started saying rosaries in my spare time – walking to the T, striding to Trident bookstore, and driving to and from Newburyport.  I find saying the rosaries calms my thoughts and puts me in a meditative mood, rather than letting my brain run away with thoughts about my job, all the stuff I have to do.  I also believe in the power of prayer and it’s nice to “multitask” during my down time.

I have a couple of rosaries, but I prefer to just count on my fingers so I can start or stop at any time.  An “Our Father,” 5 fingers lifted, 5 fingers curled for the decade, and a “Glory Be” to finish.  Repeat 5 times and finish with the Hail Holy Queen.  It’s a nice way to begin the day.

Right now I’ve gotten very good at reciting the rosary; my next step is to memorize the mysteries and meditate on them while saying the prayers.  I’d also like to be able to concentrate on a specific intention while saying the full decade – right now I think of an interntion at the beginning of a decade, but lose it when jostling with other T passengers or cutting off people in traffic.

When I was a kid I used to think the rosary took a long time, but I’ve found that I can say a full rosary (somewhat quickly) in about 12 minutes.  I can usually get two full decades in between my front door and the T, and a full rosary in if I’m driving to Boston.  Overall I’ve gotten better about managing my time and it’s interesting to see how little time it really takes to say.

While driving back home tonight, I swung by Kelly’s roast beef to get some drive-through dinner.  Fish sandwich and side of fried clams: $21.50.  As I pulled up to the line, the car in front of me drove away in a clear “my life is too important to wait more than 5 minutes for a giant roast beef” kind of huff.

So eventually I pulled up to the window, and paid via credit card.  Our conversation went like this:

CASHIER: That’ll be $7.01.

ME: That cheap?

CASHIER: Yeah, for root beer and a roast beef?

ME (now craving root beer at the mention of the tasty drink): No, fish sandwich and side of clams.

CASHIER: Oh – that’s a mistake.  Did somebody int he line drive off?

ME (still craving root beer): Yeah.

CASHIER: Aw, I hate it when that happens.  Okay, I’ll just charge you the difference for your meal.  Got to do some math here…

[mad calculations, as we hand my credit card back and forth]

CASHIER: Okay, here’s the extra charge.  Hey, want a free root beer?

ME: Sure!

So I drove off with my original meal and the free root beer which I had suddenly started to crave.

And as I drove off I said a little “thank you” to God for having my back in relation to root beer, and giving me what I wanted before I even had a chance to regret not asking for it.  And I felt a response, like “I’ve got your back, now and at all times.”  A small little thing, but it felt nice to have that little sense of peace.

Root beer never tasted so good.