Of What Are We Inclusive?

When I hear from my bishop and other progressive Catholics that we must learn to be radically inclusive, it always drives me bonkers, but I didn't really understand why until I had a brain wave yesterday.

When we say we're inclusive or accepting, it's never inclusive of the married man and wife down the street. You know, the ones that are faithful to each other and have a couple of kids they are raising to be productive and pleasant adults. The guy has an adequate career, drinks modestly and maintains his house. The woman doesn't snipe at other women too much, she volunteers at church and her kids get their homework done on time. "Inclusive" doesn't refer to them because we were already inclusive of them.

For the most part, inclusion refers to sexual degenerates. It means the people we used to judge, back when we gave ourselves the liberty to possess objective moral standards. It sounds loving, but is it really? It assumes that there are no competing interests when it comes to sexual behavior. It assumes no one gets hurt in the process. The white girl who decides she is trans, convinced by the TikTok influencer of whom we are now inclusive, will not suffer at all.

And so, with our noses in the air, talking about love and acceptance and kindness, we embrace the LGBTQWERTY crew. We have progressed beyond hate. We love and accept. As a result, people are free to live their lives without fear of judgment.

Yay.