I have a confession to make: I am a former Catholic schoolgirl.
I’ve since been saved from the church and have been blaspheming ever since. When I heard the news that The Vatican gave Avatar a poor review and criticized the film for “flirting with modern doctrines that promote the worship of nature as a substitute for religion,” my immediate thought was, “Wow, someone’s getting defensive.”
I started thinking about why worshipping nature makes for a better religion than Catholicism. Here is what I came up with:
- Nature provides us with oxygen, sustenance and life. Catholicism gives us guilt, shame and men in smocks.
- Nature will never molest an altar boy.
- You can run naked and free through a field of grass. Try doing that in a cathedral.
- The smell of a forest after a rainfall is exhilarating. The smell of burning incense in a church is cloying.
- Nature doesn’t care what god(s) you pray to, just don’t pollute.
- Nature knows no gender. Catholicism hates women.
- Sex is natural. Catholicism hates sex. (Unless it’s used for procreation. But that’s it.)
- Nature is full of wonderful surprises, but it has never given us a talking snake.
- Nature doesn’t care if you’re gay. In fact, it has everything to do with it.
- Everybody is “going green”. Nobody is “going Catholic”.
This pretty much encapsulates why I left the church many years ago. I’m not the tree-hugging type, but I do respect the environment much more than I respect the Pope. I’ll probably be told I’ll be going to hell for this, but as Mark Twain once said, “Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.”
Amen to that.



Nature know no political system.
Something else the Catholic Church was against: democracy.
I, too, feel humbled when I walk into a hundreds-year-old cathedral. But I think it’s because I’m awed by the architecture.
The only good things about Catholicism are the rituals and symbols stolen from paganism by the Romans to “market” a ridiculous diversion from Judaism. Even the music (its origins) is older than any “organized” theocracy. I confess (some Catholic habits are hard to shake) to feeling a certain degree of sang-froid when I first visited the Martyr’s Shrine. Even if he did write the Huron Carol, Jean de Brebeuf and the Jesuits of his time deserved to be flayed alive for their crimes in the New World and the Old.
I became catholic once, but I got better.