One of the pleasures of my time at Loyola has been getting to know some particularly thoughtful undergraduates who are living their faith with enthusiasm in a culture that is, to say the least, not always supportive. I had an interesting conversation with a few of these students two weeks ago, in which one of them expressed regret that she did not spend more time volunteering. In fact she said, “I feel guilty for not doing more.”
Now the young woman in question is a model Christian—generous, open-minded, and joyful. (She also makes excellent soup.) She does so much for others that I’m often tempted to ask her where she has managed to find days with more than 24 hours. So the word “guilt” coming from her surprised me.
The conversation got me thinking about two things—the role of guilt in Christian life and the various pressures young people feel to volunteer.
“Catholic guilt” is, of course, a familiar trope in literature and pop culture, even if, for those of my generation, the idea now seems somewhat quaint. As our sense of sin has evaporated, so too our sense of guilt—or so, at least, I thought until my conversation of a few weeks ago. Read the rest of this entry »