My Thoughts

Though not as frequently found in Scripture as is the word love, it is surprising to find the word “hypocrite” or “hypocrites” used thirty-one times—eight times in Job, once in Proverbs, twice in Isaiah, fifteen times in Matthew, once in Mark, and four times in Luke. Clearly, hypocrite is not used as a term of endearment nor a sign of deep, abiding respect for others. For those who might be guilty of hypocrisy but know not what it means, it is the practice of engaging in the same behavior or activity for which one criticizes another or the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one’s own behavior does not conform. In morality, it is the failure to follow one’s own expressed moral rules and principles. Does any of that sound familiar?

The sanctimonious hypocrisy on the political left (and also, to be fair, to a lesser extent on the right) would be appalling if it were not so common; so common has it become that the common man has become numb to it altogether. Do as I say, definitely, do not do what I do, they say while they eat $20 gourmet ice cream from $20,000 freezers, dine with political hucksters at high priced ($12,000 bottles of wine) dining in tight quarters with neither masks nor antisocial distancing, make racist statements calling all whites racist, doxing and threatening harm to anyone who dares disagree, promoting free speech while silencing the speech of those with whom they disagree, the list grows by every second of every minute of every hour. Sounds like Marie Antoinette, who upon learning that the peasants had no bread was known to have said, “Qu’ils mangent de la brioche” otherwise translated as “Let them eat cake.”

While hypocrisy has been a constant for a very, very long time (since the very beginning) by all indications, the current crop of hypocrites has taken it to an entirely new level. The tragedy is more people have come to accept these hypocrites as honest and upright, someone to admire and aspire. Too many believe they too can enjoy $12,000 bottles of wine and eat $20 pints of ice cream. Why not, that’s what the hypocrites are promising so it must be true.

Wakeup America.

Just my thoughts for a Wednesday, for what it is worth.

About the author: Deacon Chuck

Deacon Chuck was ordained into the permanent diaconate on September 17, 2011, in the ministry of service to the Diocese of Reno and assigned to St. Albert the Great Catholic Community. He currently serves as the parish bulletin editor and website administrator. Deacon Chuck continues to serve the parish of Saint Albert the Great Catholic Community of the Diocese of Reno, Nevada. He is the Director of Adult Faith Formation and Homebound Ministries for the parish, conducts frequent adult faith formation workshops, and is a regular homilist. He currently serves as the bulletin editor for the parish bulletin. He writes a weekly column intended to encompass a broad landscape of thoughts and ideas on matters of theology, faith, morals, teachings of the magisterium and the Catholic Church; they are meant to illuminate, illustrate, and catechize the readers and now number more than 230 articles. His latest endeavor is "Colloqui: A journal for restless minds", a weekly journal of about 8 pages similar in content to bulletin reflections. All his reflections, homilies, commentaries, and Colloqui are posted and can be found on his website: Comments are always welcome and appreciated. He is the author of two books: "The Voices of God: hearing God in the silence" which offers the reader insights into how to hear God’s voice through all of the noise that surrounds us; and "Echoes of Love: Effervescent Memories" which through a combination of prose and verse provides the reader with a wonderful journey on the way to discovering forever love. He regularly speaks to groups of all ages and size and would welcome the opportunity to speak to your group.

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