When I lived in Arizona, I worked in health care. Wherever I went, to a critical care unit in a public hospital, to a private skilled nursing facility, to a Hospice House, to an assisted living facility, I always ran into the Catholic Nuns, Sister Elizabeth and Sister Augustine. Both of them were Irish, both of them were in their 70s.
Sister Elizabeth and Sister Augustine were tireless in visiting the poor, the sick, and the elderly. I had a great deal of admiration for them, once I realized that they weren’t going to try to hit me. They were a source of inspiration in elderly patients, both because of their boundless energy, and because they were there to give Holy Communion. Once, one of the Nuns left behind the bag of communion wafers, and I was going to eat them all, and the Catholic patient was gasping at me, ” Oh God no!”
These two Irish Nuns cheered me up too. I still remember the joke they told me about the two parrots that had been taught to say, “We’ re two hookers, and we’re here to have a good time!” The punch line was, they went to live with two male parrots who said, “See, I told you there was a God!”
When Sister Augustine slipped on some wet tile, and broke her hip, she was only in bed for about one month, before she was walking and back on duty. Most women in their 70s would have been wheel chair bound for many months, if not forever. Sister Augustine was determined to get back on her feet, to help people. She and Sister Elizabeth helped many, many people.
Why can’t the Catholics in Dickinson be like this, reaching out to people, trying to help people? In Dickinson, I have seen the Catholics turn their back on people in need, and try to withdraw from helping people.
There was a young Catholic priest in Dickinson, who began talking to me when I was on the internet in a public place, looking at profiles of women on the internet dating site Plenty Of Fish. I believe that he thought that I was looking at pornography, because I was looking at pictures of women, but it was just a dating site. He talked to me about the Assumption Abbey in Richardton, which was a Catholic Monastery built in the early 1900s. He was inviting me to visit the monastery grounds which occupied about 100 acres, they made soap and other products, and meet the monks.
A couple of years later, I spoke to the Abbot of the Assumption Abbey, and he was anti-everybody, the last thing they wanted was to have to deal with people for any reason. I thought, “Huh, that’s odd, the Catholics used to send monks off to far away places like Africa, South America, the Pacific Islands, to reach out to, and engage the savages, yet here in North Dakota, the Catholics don’t even want people on their property!” So much for Christian outreach. The Catholics in Dickinson have the attitude, “Go fuck yourself!” (Actually, if you read a recent comment to one of my blog posts, it says, “Go fuck yourself!”)
In Dickinson, they have a charity benefit and auction at Trinity High School, the Catholic School. It is a spaghetti dinner, and you can buy raffle tickets for a Camero. I wanted to go to eat and buy a raffle ticket. In the parking lot, the local people were glaring daggers at me. Inside Trinity High School, the people were very hostile and unfriendly to me. I decided to not eat, and just buy a raffle ticket. It was $10 a ticket. I handed the young priest a $20, he gave me a ticket, and not any change. I had to be stern with him about handing him a $20, and him not giving me change, to get my $10 change.
After the date of the raffle, I looked and looked and looked to try to find out if I had won the Camero, or who had won the Camero. I never could find out who won the car, which made me believe that these Catholics here in Dickinson are crooked, nasty people.
I had to do a construction project down the street from a Catholic School in Dickinson. The wind picked up one Saturday morning, and balls started rolling off the roof of the school, and rolling down to my truck, I collected about four of them. I thought to myself, those poor kids probably all got beat for these balls going missing. I put them back inside the fence. When some Catholic woman arrived later that morning, she got out of her car and just glared at me menacingly. I thought, “What is wrong with these Catholics in Dickinson, they are the exact opposite of what Christians are supposed to be, what are they teaching in Church here, why are they like this?” This was not nearly the last time I found Catholic women in Dickinson to be glaring and scowling at me with hatred for reasons unknown to me, other than me merely existing.
The Catholics in Dickinson outwardly show hostility and hatred towards others for merely existing. This leads me to believe that the Catholic Church in Dickinson is actively teaching their members to treat others with scorn, hatred, and hostility. Besides the glaring, scowling, and nasty treatment by the Catholics in Dickinson, they have a revulsion to helping anyone. Why does the Catholic Church hold services in Dickinson? It has nothing to do with Christianity. Why does the Catholic Church in Dickinson collect tithes, offerings, donations, and bequests? I think that the Catholic Church in Dickinson, its leadership and its followers, is not a Christian organization, but a hate group.
A tree will be known by its fruit. Does a bad tree produce good fruit? You only have to read your Bible to know that the Catholic Church in Dickinson, and the Catholics in Dickinson are not Christians.
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Na, we are not all like that. I would like to give a shout out for Father Streiffel. A *GASP*, German Catholic. The friendliest priest in Dickinson. There unfortunately are a ton of unfriendly Catholics in Dickinson. But not all. For some, Mass is just tradition. Some actually live their faith. I try to :). I ignore the attitudes and am nice anyway.