Confessions of a Scrupulous Devotee to Mary

(The article was originally published in Queen of All Hearts Magazine January-February edition 1992. Sadly, this great defender of True Devotion to Mary has ceased publication. The magazine’s founder Father Roger Mary Charest, S.M.M., died on Aug. 16, 2012.  He established the magazine in 1951 and edited it through most of my lifetime. He blessed me with a relic of St. Bernadette when I was pregnant with my son, James.)

by Susan Fox

St. Louis de Montfort described Scrupulous Devotees as people “who imagine they are slighting the Son by honoring the Mother. They fear that by exalting Mary they are belittling Jesus.” (T.D. No. 94)

My first conversion to Christ occurred at the age of four, shortly after I learned my father had died as a result of a car

accident in New Orleans. My mother and my grandmother were each barely able to support the other as they walked me down to the hospital chapel. The place was dark and empty except for the light on the tabernacle. In the quiet hush of the room, my mother pointed there – at the light. She told me Jesus was really present, and I should pray for my father.

My first remembered prayer therefore was one of denial. I was angry and told Jesus I wouldn’t pray because my father wasn’t dead.  But that was the beginning of faith because since that day I have never doubted the Real Presence of Christ, and I grew up with a wonderful love of the Eucharist. It was as if on that spring day in 1957, Jesus had said, “You lost your Dad? Well you can have Me instead.”

Ah, but Mary, His Mother, was another matter. I went to St. Joseph’s Catholic grade school in Placentia, California. I was taught by a wonderful group of Franciscan nuns. Surely I heard about Mary in school? My mother, who was active in the Legion of Mary, said the Rosary every day. Surely I heard about Mary at home? But the four-year-old girl who lost her father haunted me. The child in me jealously guarded her relationship with Jesus. Let’s face it. Mary represented some heavy competition. She was His mother.

"This is just a statue!" I thought

So I became like Saul of Tarsus every time I confronted a devotee of Mary. During my visits to the Eucharist when I would see some needy soul kneeling before a statue of Mary, I would think to myself: “That is just a statue! Why don’t they kneel before the living Presences of God, the Holy Eucharist?” 

St. Louis Marie de Montfort knew me 300 years before I was born. He wrote about my condition when he described the seven kinds of false devotion to Mary – among them “scrupulous devotion.” (True Devotion, 94)

“Scrupulous devotees are those who imagine they are slighting the Son by honoring the Mother. They fear that by exalting Mary they are belittling Jesus. It annoys them to see more people kneeling before Mary’s altar than before the Blessed Sacrament, as if these acts were at variance with each other or as if those who were praying to Our Lady were not praying through her to Jesus,” the saint wrote.

Alas, it was true. That was I. I’ll admit that God sent me a lot of clues about the real state of affairs, but I didn’t listen.  I spent my Junior year of college in France studying the language. I visited the site of the Marian apparition to St. Bernadette in Lourdes, France. It was a miraculous day. The French people there were so transformed with love. For one day I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit everywhere. But I still didn’t get it. I didn’t realize the Spirit of God was there because He was the Spouse of the Virgin Mary. And she, who was filled with the Holy Spirit, would naturally radiate His living Presence.

I went to graduate school in Kentucky, and my best friend there was devoted to Mary. She was a new convert and a little afraid of Christ because He was so awesome and He was God. She could relate to Mary’s humanity. We used to have frequent Mary vs. Christ arguments. In retrospect, we should have saved our breath. I knew someday I’d have to face the issue of Mary as a believing Catholic, but I honestly thought it would be when I was confronted by my own mother’s death.

When I was 25, I joined a Catholic lay apostolate called the Servants of Christ in Spokane, Wash. I was attracted to the work done for the homeless, and the effort to live a simple lifestyle. But I graphically remember one Wednesday night meeting after we’d eaten our soup and bread; everyone sat around and discussed Mary.  Most were openly hostile to her. Others condemned the practice of praying the Rosary. It was dark days in the Catholic Church – the 1970s.

Oddly enough, I was Mary’s only supporter. I argued passionately that though I had no personal experience of it, I knew there was something to saying the Rosary because my mother had done so for years, and she seemed to do a lot of good. I convinced no one.

Interior of the Cathedral of Our Lady of Lourdes
in Spokane, Wash. The legionary approached my
mother and I in the front of the Church on the left side.

When I was still in the Servants of Christ, my mother and I had been praying at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Lourdes in downtown Spokane, when a woman approached us from the Legion of Mary. When she found out that my mother had been in the Legion of Mary for many years in California, she invited me to join her group in Spokane. I refused, saying I was already in the Servants of Christ. But I thought to myself, “What! Join that fuddy duddy organization when I get to do important things like work on skid row with the homeless?” The woman persisted. She bluntly told me that some day I would be in the Legion of Mary. Today, the Servants of Christ no longer exist, but the Legion of Mary continues to prosper. And I am an active member.

Very shortly after that incident, I got a new job in Washington, D.C. I moved to the nearby suburb of Arlington, VA. There was no Servants of Christ there and I was anxious to continue in the lay apostolate, so I joined the Legion of Mary. I’ll never forget my first meeting. The legionaries were mostly older women, who were obviously thrilled to have someone so young to join the group. But I was anxious to start with a clean slate, so I confessed I had no devotion to Mary, but I was attracted to the work. They must have been quite shocked, but none of them showed it. And they kindly adopted me anyway.

International Pilgrim Virgin of Fatima

About that time Louis Kaczmarek escorted the International Pilgrim Virgin of Fatima Statue to a nearby parish in Northern Virginia for an all night prayer vigil.  I went to confession before the Virgin arrived, and the priest told me to ask Our Lady for a miracle.  Then Louis brought in the statue. Her shawl gleamed with beautiful red jewels. Her eyes seemed to dance with happiness. Everyone was singing and clapping. I was thrilled, but very tired. I couldn’t think of just one miracle, so I listed about 20 of my concerns, and told Mary to pick which one she wanted to grant.  Because the priest had ordered me to ask for a miracle, I never doubted I would get ONE. As an afterthought, I said, “Oh yes, please give me a devotion to you.”

Shortly afterwards my Legion president gave me a copy of True Devotion to Mary by St. Louis Marie de Montfort. She told me it was the spiritual basis of the Legion of Mary. I liked what I was doing in the Legion so I read it. Well “read” is not the right word. I fought with the ideas in the book. I now understand what Jacob went through when he wrestled with the angel for a blessing. About three-quarters of the way through the book, I wept and I finally surrendered. I was again converted to Christ – this time through Mary.

My Legion president,
 Pat DeSimone,
who witnessed
 my first consecration in 1981

I found my true devotion in 1981 – 23 years after my father’s death. At the age of 27, I became a slave of love, making my consecration to Jesus through Mary. With my Legion president by my side, I went to confession, communion, and I gave myself, my heart, all my worldly goods and actions to my Queen and my Mother. I now understand that when I say, “Mary,” she says, “Jesus.” And every gift I give her is polished and made perfect, and then handed to her Son, Jesus. True Devotion to Mary is the short, sure and easy road to Jesus Christ.

But Mary wasn’t content to give me only ONE miracle. Once I was wholly hers, everything I had asked for that night was mine. Two years later I met my husband in the Legion of Mary. My stubbornness about Mary had melted just in time because Lawrence had always vowed he wouldn’t marry anyone except a good Catholic girl DEVOTED TO MARY  -- a devotion he’d had practically since birth. And now our three-year-old son (who is named James after my father) frequently goes to the rest home with me, and hands out the Miraculous Medal of the Immaculate Conception. The elderly people there are deeply touched by his presence. And my own mother, age 72, is still a healthy active member of the Legion of Mary.  

Only God knows how wrong I was about His Mother’s Army. The Legion of Mary is not a “fuddy duddy organization.” In fact, it was founded quite miraculously to help prostitutes get off the street. And no one could be more concerned with the homeless than its spiritual father, St. Louis Marie de Montfort. In mid-1980s, I was blessed to hear Fr. Roger Charest speak about the saint who self-identified by the city in which he was baptized – Montfort -- because Baptism was very important to him. Father Charest told the story of the 17^th century priest finding a homeless man in the street, and returning to the rectory with the man in his arms. It was late at night so the door was locked. The saint knocked, but when the sleeping priests failed to respond he stood outside and shouted, “Open the door to Jesus Christ!” He then took the man in, fed him, bathed him, and laid him on his own bed.

Thanks to St. Louis Marie, I now know the Woman who really supported my mother and my grandmother when they took that difficult walk to the hospital chapel after my father’s death. I now know the Woman, Mary, who gave her Son to a grieving child in the hour of her greatest need. And I have to give praise with her cousin, Elizabeth, and ask, “Who am I that the mother of my Lord should come to me?”

Postscript: Louis Kaczmarek escorted one of the two International Pilgrim Virgin Statues for 20 years. He wrote a wonderful book called, “The Wonders She Performs.”  He died on Sept. 4, 2011.You can read about the statue and its miraculous mission here: MIRACULOUS FATIMA STATUES First Miracle of the Doves   

I saw Louis and the Pilgrim Statue some years later in San Francisco.  The joyous “presence” the statue exuded on that Friday night in Virginia was miraculous. I say that because in San Francisco I saw the same statue and it was crying.

My first Legion president was Pat DeSimone. I gave the eulogy at her funeral. You can read her story here: Eulogy for the Virgin Bride

I am currently an auxiliary member of the Legion of Mary, which means that I say the Rosary daily. LOL. My my son is now 26 years of age. You won't believe this, but my father died on the feast of St. Louis Marie de Montfort, April 28, 1957.

It was significant that I was able to receive true devotion to Mary through only one reading of St. Louis Marie’s treatise on the subject. Frank Duff, the founder of the Legion of Mary, had the same struggle I did. He had to read it seven times. And then he founded one of the most amazing Marian organizations the world has ever known. The Legion of Mary is the grandmother organization and model for all of the other lay apostolates we have in the Church today. Frank was the only layman allowed to participate in Vatican II. And many things in the Legion handbook, which Frank wrote, found their way into the Vatican II document.

When the Legion was first founded in 1921, priests sometimes argued they didn’t want it because it did the work of the priest. It’s true. It does. But there were many priests in those days.  By the time, I started extension work in the Legion, the priests were fewer in number and  the pastors said there were already enough lay organizations doing what the Legion did -- nursing home visitation, communion to the sick, Catholic Discussion groups, youth and prison ministry. The layman had responded to the Church’s call to holiness, and moved into the world just as Vatican II had indicated we should. But I always humbly asked them, “Do you have anyone doing door-to-door evangelization?” Every one of the 15 plus Legion groups I started began with the mission of door-to-door evangelization. This work of evangelization is the chief charism of the Legion of Mary.

I am profoundly touched and amazed that all these great apostles of the Blessed Virgin Mary, whom I have mentioned here, died so recently, each of them having moved me closer to Jesus through Mary at key points in my life. Pat DeSimone and Fr. Charest died in 2012 and Louis Kaczmarek in 2011. Actually, include my mother, Tora Hutchison, in the group. She died in 2001. They all lived to ripe old ages.

Well done, O good and faithful servants of Jesus and Mary; May God give us a bountiful crop of young people devoted to the twin Hearts of Jesus and Mary who will carry on your work to make  Jesus reign through Mary in the hearts of everyone in the world.   #PraytoEndAbortion

The Merry Go Round

(Knott's Berry Farm, Buena Park, CA. This is  a very accurate portrait of the amusement park from a child's point of view in the 1960s. The stone tragedy was my father's death when I was four years old. My mother was married to my stepfather when I wrote this, but I was unmmarried in my 20s)

by Susan Fox

In the wide open play fields of Knott's, Mother,

you and I

on the merry-go-round

were entertained on free days,

amid the rise and fall of warm sound.

I -- held to the rowing motion

of a concrete horse --

rode our stone tragedy

in the gritty music of my untried childhood.

Hungry seals wetting our dresses 

Little things absorbed us:

hungry seals wetting our dresses,

a red devil still cranking up the volcano   years --

wooden satyr, my first love,

you were buried on the Farm

by bigger buildings,

but remembered by the Child's heart.

This is the actual red devil
who kept the lava flowing
down the volcano!

The Child ran around these playfields,

skipped and fed the ducks;

her stomach turned

in the planes and angles

of a haunted shack.

The Child

searched the past for gold,

was lost

from her mother's track

and died in a shoot-out

at Knott's Berry Farm.

In the wide open fields of Knott's

we rode the world,

got off and then grew up.

Going back alone, Mother,

I find we are dead and gone,

married into other lives.

Volcano erupted repeatedly thanks to the action
of the red devil  cranking up the "volcano  years."
This was fascinating to me at a very young age.

The New Evangelists: Bringing Christ, A Light to All People Who Experience Same Sex Attraction

by Susan Fox

“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; upon those who dwelt in the land of gloom a light has shone. For the yoke that burdened them, the pole on their shoulder, and the rod of their taskmaster you have smashed, as on the day of Midian.” (Isaiah 9:2-4)


 “Woman, why are you weeping?” Jesus tenderly asked Mary Magdalene as she stood outside His empty tomb. She had just answered His question, “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him.”

It was the morning of the Resurrection, and it was no accident that the Magdalene, the “sinner” out of whom Jesus cast seven demons, became the first person to encounter Jesus after the Resurrection.

For God had a great plan for the “sinner” from Bethany.

There she was  -- at the foot of the cross with the Beloved Disciple John and Jesus’ Mother Mary. It was not reported whether she cried at the cross. Maybe she held back her tears for the sake of His mother.

But she sure as shootin’ wept at the Resurrection! Perhaps it was not surprising either, because St. John identifies Mary as the “sinner” who entered the house of Simon the Pharisee and washed Jesus’ feet with her tears, wiped them with her hair, kissed His feet and anointed them with an expensive ointment.

About her, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, wherever this gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.” (Mark 14:9)

And so, Jesus Christ made it very clear that the repentant sinner will always be welcome in the Catholic Church, and they will be given a starring role in salvation history.

History repeats itself. We live in the land of gloom.

In our time, an unprecedented rejection of the virtue of chastity and the resulting reverence for the homosexual lifestyle has darkened secular society. Pornography – once reserved to seedy adult bookstores – now is as close as one’s computer or television. Junior High Schools are teaching that anal sex is an “act of love,” while it is really a health hazard. Seventeen U.S. states have legalized pseudo marriage between two persons of the same sex. The state of Oregon found a bakery guilty of discrimination for refusing to put a same-sex couple on a wedding cake. New Mexico put two photographers out of business for refusing to photograph a same-sex commitment service.

Even more disturbing, author Linda Harvey (Maybe He’s Not Gay) estimates that as much as 40 percent of our population may soon have same-sex experience because the schools are teaching it is a normal expression of sexuality and the government is labeling it a benevolent association equal to marriage. In 1990, American grunge band Nivana prophetically sang, “What else could I say? Everyone is gay.”  Who could have imagined Kurt Cobain’s lyrics would have foretold the transformation of our culture?

The Catholic Church teaches that same-sex attractions, while not a committed sin in themselves, are unequivocally a disorder. They draw some people to pursue same-sex relationships, which are intrinsically non-complimentary to one another according to structural design. 

Our experience of prior relationships will affect the formation of intimate bonds with others throughout our lives. A child’s first sexual experiment undertaken with a friend of the same sex will impress itself on the child, making it difficult for him to develop a normal relationship and marry a person of the opposite sex. A difficult relationship with a parent of the same sex, an early introduction to pornography carelessly left around the house by siblings or father, sexual molestation  – all of these experiences can leave a child wounded in his sexual identity and vulnerable to seeking love in same-sex relationships. Peter Pan attracts his boys.

Many regret that first step into the world of pornography, homosexuality and yes, the occult.

“San Francisco is a huge Pleasure Island attracting all the lost boys of the world. With a hopeless yearning for love, they are deprived of what innocence they have left, many die, but the pornography, which lures a future generation with the promise of paradise on Earth, continues to churn itself out,” said former gay porn star Joseph Sciambra, who now spends his days on the streets of San Francisco evangelizing the crowd outside an adult book store. He is trying to bring the  “lost boys” home to the Catholic Church.

“Sometimes, I can’t stop crying,” he wrote in his book, Swallowed by Satan. From the Malibu Cliffs, He stares broodingly towards the cities of Los Angeles and  San Francisco: “Souls are extinguished everywhere, as if they were hot embers escaping a raging inferno. I furiously stretch my arms to catch them, but I cannot. They are falling. I pray to Jesus. I ask Our Lady, please help them.”

In front of the Holy Eucharist in a Catholic Church in Canada, another man, who had lived a similar life, laid down curled up in a fetal position, weeping: “I wept for the spikes I drove through His Hands. I wept for the crown of thorns I pressed into His Flesh. And I wept for the souls of those I led astray. I wept with the hope that God could love a sinner like me.”

“He comforted me. In the presence of the Lord of all Creation, the Author of Love, I gave myself to Him, and desired His encompassing embrace.”  (www.PursuitofTruth.ca)

Courage website:
You don't have to make
 this journey alone

Both these men are members of Courage, a worldwide apostolate of the Catholic Church, which ministers to persons experiencing same-sex attractions and their loved ones. In 1980, the late Terence Cardinal Cooke of New York asked Fr. John Harvey to form a spiritual support system so that men and women who experience same sex attraction can find the freedom of interior chastity and live a fully Christian life. Today, they have more than 100 chapters and assist countless people worldwide. They have the endorsement of Pope John Paul II:  “Courage is doing the work of God.”

Both men, having experienced the forgiveness of God, have dedicated their lives to helping other people caught in sexual bondage within the context of the authentic teachings of the Roman Catholic Church. As the world sinks into a new “dark” age, these men are on the front lines of the “New Evangelization” of which Pope John Paul II spoke.

Men of Courage, why are you weeping? Do you weep for your brothers still caught in the bonds of sexual addiction? Do you weep for Our Loving God so cruelly offended? These men exemplify and make manifest love of God and love of neighbor in the Roman Catholic Church. The cornerstone of their apostolate is the virtue of joyful chastity. There is hope.

Maybe such an apostolate seems unnecessary to you. Isn’t homosexuality a fuzzy warm little relationship growing into something called a family?

No, it’s not. Read Swallowed by Satan. It is adult men and women living a complete fantasy in a desperate bid to be loved. A woman cuts her hair like a man and tries to act like what she imagines a man would act. She can’t do it. It makes her behavior almost aberrant. It’s the same for a man. He is trying to mimic the male/female sex act in the role of the woman. He is not made for that.

And as they fall deeper and deeper into a sadomasochistic life style in which they are increasingly abused, many actually desire to take their own lives. It was just reported that 52 percent of youth self-identifying by their homosexuality in the United Kingdom have tried to harm themselves, according to a survey conducted by Metro, a pro-homosexual advocacy group. Joseph himself recounts an experience where one of his “dates” held a knife to his throat and announced he was going to kill him. His response? “Go ahead.”

“Consistently, while walking about and stumbling in the world of pornography, a strange numbness overcame me. Instead of sexual freedom making me feel liberated or empowered, I was completely drained, lifeless and imprisoned. The unforgiving corrosive effect of pornography left my body denuded,” Sciambra wrote. He remained in the lifestyle almost to the point of death. When he felt the hot breath of hell, he cried out for God. And he lived.

His Catholic faith -- abandoned for a time -- offered Joseph a haven of safety. And so it was for another Courage member: “The safest place I’ve ever found in the whole world is in the Catholic Church. The Church hasn’t judged me. The Church does not condemn me on account of the attractions I experience. The Church does not single me out as though I must live chaste while “straight” people don’t have to. I’m welcomed at every turn to walk into deeper relationship with Jesus Christ and to grow in His virtues. I’m welcome to serve charitably and to give of myself along side everybody else in that family.”

This is contrary to the world’s view of the Catholic Church. When a Catholic insists that homosexual acts are sinful, but the degree of culpability depends on the person’s freedom, he is met with cries of “homophobic!”

“Here I understand completely from where the rage in the gay community originates. In their cloistered world of gay sex, they have created a completely separate reality with its own set of guidelines. When the realm of the heterosexual, especially the Christian, attempts to curtail their self-imagined freedoms, it is immediately perceived as an attack on the whole of gay society. Without their towers of sex, the gay substructure collapses and their unstable universe disappears. Once again you are left alone and afraid,” Joseph said describing how Christian efforts to “help” are perceived as threats.

That’s the problem with fantasy. It disintegrates when reality tarnishes the charm of the fake. It was like that when I followed my husband into a restaurant run by men, who self-identify as “gay.” They were delighted to see my husband, but their smiles faded when I walked through the door a little while later. “Yes,” I said, flirtatiously waving my wedding ring, “I am his wife.”  It was the truth.

Dedicated to helping people embrace a greater degree of truth is the Pursuit of Truth website, which contains writings from a number of faithful chaste Catholics who have been permitted the experience of same-sex attractions. I interviewed “Andrew,” one of the contributors, for this story. His life is full of hope.  Coming Home to the Catholic Church: My Testimony

“2014 already feels like a big year. The rejection of an unchaste life is becoming more commonplace,” Andrew said. Pursuit of Truth believes hearts can be won over to chastity if the falsehoods embedded in our language are exposed.

 “People are seeing how living unchastely is more unfulfilling than ever. And they are starting to realize because of connectivity through groups like Courage that the Church upholds the virtue of chastity as something to strive toward -- not as a means of fixing ourselves, but as a form of growing in self-mastery.”

Pursuit of Truth slowly leads you to the realization that to call oneself “gay” is a grave deception. Neither am I “straight.” My sexuality is only one facet of who I am. It is very important part, but it is still less than the fullness of who I am. 

I also have a great capacity for laughter, the ability to see good in others regardless of their actions, and I practice the virtue of Talk (Tell the Good News). But I don’t call myself “Laughter.” Nor do I call myself “Big Mouth” -- even if other people do!

Instead of identifying ourselves by our sexual attractions or inclinations, the Pursuit of Truth website invites us to either anchor our embraced identity in our personhood (in the case of atheists) or in our relationship to God. The later is what the Catholic Church invites us all to do, and it’s very healing. Many things can be overcome when we come to deeply understand that we are Beloved of God.  

The website invites people to distinguish between attractions that are not specifically chosen and our embraced identity, which is the manner in which we define ourselves. The latter – our self-concept -- is specifically chosen by us.

For whatever reason, a person may realize that he is attracted to persons of his own sex instead of the opposite sex. These inclinations are not specifically chosen. Rather, they simply "are".

But it’s critically important how he sees himself after he recognizes his attractions to be distinct from his identity, or who he truly "is." The world wants you to believe you are “gay” and to fully and wholeheartedly embrace that identity. That is the message of despair.  The Church does not see you that way. We are made in the image and likeness of God, Who is Love. You are a person, a child of God. There is freedom in that relationship.

“Nobody specifically choses their attractions. But we still have the abiltity to define who we are however we want. Everyone will agree with that. Don’t you think it would make sense if we considered those to be distinct -- one is specifically chosen and one is not? That’s the first truth that a person needs to come to embrace on their own terms ...because everything that is anti-church is founded on that truth not becoming known.” Andrew said. “Embracing this identity (“gay”) is the biggest lie in the modern world.”

He likens it to the Japanese practice of growing watermelons in a box so they will come out square. “Square is the new normal. People who choose to embrace the gay identity walk into those square watermelon containers of their own accord.” But somebody creates the box. Somebody creates the identity, which is a deception. Andrew says the world uses people’s desire for a good --- self-honesty – to deceive people into believing that the only way to be honest with themselves is to step into the box.

“Come out, come out wherever you are! See, you are “gay!” That is good! Don’t deny yourself -- celebrate.” That’s the message of the world. It’s an old song: “Little boxes on the hillside.
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one 
and a blue one and a yellow one, and they're all made out of ticky tacky
 and they all look just the same.” (words of 1963 Pete Seeger hit, “Little Boxes”)

Andrew says that in this context self-honesty is a lie: “It is a falsehood to not distinguish attractions from identity.” Ironically, Notre Dame University has fallen into this trap. Last fall, they created Prism ND, an organization for “gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender students.”  These kinds of groups are about having people grow into their “gay” identity. Instead, the university should be directing students to anchor their identity in Jesus Christ. At least, I think that is what a “Catholic” University would do.

“To choose celibacy as a form of fixing oneself is like getting married to run from a porn addiction. It doesn’t work. To merely live a celibate life is not to change the heart condition. True celibacy is the culmination of chastity to the point of desiring to reserve yourself completely for God. Simply not having sex is called “abstinence.” However, not having sex for the purpose of offering your life to God originating from one’s desire to pursue mastery of the virtue of chastity ... is what it means to be celibate,” Andrew said, adding that this form of celibacy is for all single people, not just those who have taken religious vows. But married people are called to live chastely, reserving the gift of their sexuality to one another, with Christ as the bedrock of their marriage.

Sadly, the Pursuit of Truth website has been criticized for not revealing “Andrew’s” identity publicly. There is a group of false evangelists in the Catholic Church, who openly self-identify as celibate “gays.”  They say they live chaste Catholic lives, but they insist that the Church has to “develop” her teaching on homosexuality to make a place for them.

Austin Ruse, president of the Catholic Family & Human Rights Institute (C-FAM), who probably has done more than any other person on earth to stop the spread of abortion worldwide, courageously exposed this group, which he calls “The New Homophiles.”

“They are the New Homophiles and they accept the Church’s teaching that sexual activity can only occur between married men and women. They oppose a redefinition of marriage to include anyone else. They are fine, if that is the right word, with living celibate lives. They do not want to stop being gay; they don’t believe they can or even should. They believe God made them gay so they want to be known as gay and they want the Church to accept them on those terms. And they believe being gay is part of God’s plan and vocation for them,” Ruse wrote in Crisis Magazine.

One in this group is Eve Tushnet. She writes: My lesbianism is part of why I form the friendships I form. It’s part of why I volunteer at a pregnancy center. Not because I’m attracted to the women I counsel, but because my connection to other women does have an adoring and erotic component, and I wanted to find a way to express that connection through works of mercy. My lesbianism is inextricable from who I am and how I live in the world. Therefore I can’t help but think it’s inextricable from my vocation.”

Pursuit of Truth would say that Eve has planted herself in a square box. What Eve doesn’t understand is that our nature is fallen.  Our nature now is like a faded photograph. It is not a reliable image of how God made us to be. The spiritual life, the pursuit of holiness – if you wish – means being re-made more fully into the Image of God. But that absolutely requires that you anchor your identity in Jesus Christ, not in something so minimizing as your sexual attractions. You are more than that.

So Pursuit of Truth is criticized by this group because “Andrew” is not out and about and visible to the world as a “gay” man.  One commentator said that his choice to “hide” shows the Church as intolerant. My dear man, someday “Andrew” may marry and have 10 children. The lives of these future children could be endangered by his public admission now.

Pro-chastity Catholic bloggers like “Andrew” and Joseph are violently hated by people who have embraced the “gay” identity. I’ve met them online and they have warned me strongly against reading Joseph’s work. While I love these little munchkins dearly I recognize that they can be dangerous.

So “Andrew” is very prudent to remain hidden, and besides he does not see himself as anything but another person, so why come out? He is a child of God like everyone else in the Church. Pursuit of Truth has also taught me not to identify myself by my sexuality. I was arguing with an atheist on Twitter, and he said, “So when did you discover you were straight?” I answered furiously, “I am not straight. I am Beloved of Jesus Christ.” That left them scratching their heads.

But Andrew is only invisible in the eyes of the world: “I am very visible in the eyes of the Church. The Church is keenly aware of the gifts we have to offer. It’s the people outside the Church who don’t think we exist. But they’ll be reached when they are ready.”

And he fully believes that will be soon because the movement toward chastity is growing rapidly.

“What happens with crowd sync is that as soon as something becomes the place to be or the direction to go, the excitement for it grows. The excitement to live a chaste life (is growing.)   It sounds ridiculous to people who never understood chastity or never tasted it before. But people are gaining strength in excitement of their role. We are rising up to take our places in the Church to be that voice to the world. (It is the voice) that says the Church is love, the Church loves us, we belong in the Church and it doesn’t matter what your attractions are. We need to collectively strive to support each other on this journey towards chastity regardless of our state in life whether it be marriage or single life,” Andrew concluded.

He shared the following video with me. It is his idea of what it means to see the love of the virtue of chastity spread around the world: Sasquatch Music Festival 2009 (It's a riot)