Lobster tale defines birth control debate
I sometimes hear someone speak and think, “Wow! That is a really good point.” Sometimes that “wow” factor lasts only for a short time, and other times it plays over and over again in my mind. I have heard one particular point replay consistently for quite some time.
I am Catholic, but I wasn’t truly Catholic for the first 30 or so years of my life. I unfortunately, like most my age, was born in a time where education of the average Catholic greatly lacked. As a 1960s baby, this was also a time of great changes socially with “free love” and the sexual revolution.
During my early years, I gave in to what society and my peers dictated to be the norm. One hundred percent of the time my conscience would remind me of what was good and what was evil. Sometimes I would listen, other times I would not. Those times when I chose not to listen always found a way to create havoc in my life.
Some time ago I listened to our parish priest speak. This homily still plays in my head like a tune set on “repeat.” What could be in a homily that would so capture my attention that I would still think about it a decade or so later? It was simply about a lobster. Yes, a lobster!
Father’s homily paraphrased: If you place a lobster in boiling water, it will fight to get out. If you place the same lobster in cold water and gradually heat, it will not resist. The lobster will allow itself to be boiled to death. Brothers and sisters, WE ARE THE LOBSTER.
My conscience is telling me that I cannot be quiet. If we all sit silent, the fire under the pot will never be extinguished.