My mother is not a whore

Steven Greydanus of Decent Films writes a fantastic review of the DaVinci Load. This part in particular struck me:

Is it possible to put all this aside and just enjoy the story as a thriller, an enjoyable yarn? I honestly have no idea how people can take that approach.

Catholic writer Mark Shea tells an anecdote about a college bull session among students at Central Washington University over The Da Vinci Code. “Even if it’s just fiction,” a student opined, “it’s still interesting to think about.”

To which another student replied: “Your mother’s a whore.” And then, to the first student’s stunned incredulity, he added, “And even if that’s just fiction, it’s still interesting to think about.”

Snap. When I read this it really got me thinking about just how personal this situation is, even if I don't realize it. This isn't just about some high-browed arteests slandering some old geezers in the Vatican and some fringe kooks in a secretive organization.

The reality is that I am a son of the Church, whom is classically referred to as Mother Church. And it is this Mother Church whose son I am and whose sons and daughters populate the whole United States and the world over, who is being maligned and slandered and pooped upon by the popular world. And how passionately are we sons and daughters defending the mother who has been feeding us with the Word of God since we were little kids? I hope that next time the topic comes up in conversation, I will have the guts to say something, if only to point out that my mother is not, in fact, a secretive murderous whore.