It happened to me twice this week. First I was called a zealot and then a nun. The strange this was that they were not meant as a compliment, but they were not spat out in extreme disgust.
Could it be that all these years i've been a closet Catholic? And I thought that I was pretty clear about my religious tendencies. Yes, I go to Mass every chance I get. Hey, it's the best thing going on in town, any town... as a matter of fact, in all the universe.
I get ashes on Ash Wednesday (I fast, but nobody knows about it. I'm pretty Biblical about that). I write CHRISTmas (with the first six letters all caps) and not Xmas (ouch, that hurt) on everything (in Spanish I say Natividad del Señor and not Navidad.) I give of myself and my financial possibilities and I speak out about core beliefs of the Catholic Faith.*
Wait a minute...
Maybe that's it! I've gotten off the Politically Correct Train. Yes! That has to be it. I call a spade a spade and make no apologies for it. Abortion is murder and not "voluntary termination of a pregnancy", Womynpriests (Lord have mercy on them) is just wrong, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. And on and on it goes.
So let's call this spade a spade. Zealot = exhibits not only extreme devotion but vehement activity in support of a cause of goal. Duh! I guess I am a zealot!
Nun? Well, not yet, but when Julian is older and married (to a nice Catholic girl or to Holy, Roman, Catholic and Apostolic Church) I might just give it a try.
Thanks for the compliments PSB and MR!
*not meant to toot my own horn, just trying to make a point.