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Pros & Cons of Pentecostalism & Charismatic Catholicism

Theological Roots of Pentecostal­ism

By Donald W. Dayton

Publisher: Zondervan

Pages: 199 pages

Price: $19.95

Review Author: James J. Thompson Jr.

James J. Thompson Jr. is a Nashville-area writer and Book Review Editor of the NOR. His latest book is The South, the Church and the Future.

Having banished one strange tongue — Latin — the Catholic Church witnessed an odd phe­nomenon in the 1960s: an out­break of “unknown tongues” or glossolalia. To many Catholics, this smacked of the weird and grotesque, an invasion of the Church by Protestantism at its wackiest. Some dismissed it as another excrescence of post-Vati­can II spiritual thrill-seeking. Surely it could not last! Good Catholics did not gabble incoher­ently and flop around like be­headed chickens. Dabbling in Protestant theology, singing “A Mighty Fortress,” and calling, like fundamentalists, for feverish Bible-study were bad enough, but speaking in tongues? That would never do; it was so, well, un-Catholic.

Two decades later, the Catholic charismatic movement has neither withered nor degener­ated into anarchy. No diocese has gone untouched by this flow­ering of the “gifts of the Spirit,” and in some parishes the charismatics furnish the Church with a dynamism and vitality that shame more traditional Catholics. On a spiritual topographical map sev­eral spots glow with red heat: the University of Steubenville, under its Franciscan president, Fr. Mi­chael Scanlan; Washington, D.C., home to the Mother of God com­munity; and Ann Arbor, Michi­gan, headquarters to Ralph Mar­tin’s ministry and the location of Servant Books, a publishing house dedicated to spreading the charis­matic gospel. The movement flourishes worldwide, and it en­joys the general blessing of the Pope and the active participation of at least one prince of the Church, Cardinal Suenens of Bel­gium. This is no flash-in-the-pan fad of the moment.

Catholics like to assert primacy in all things Christian, view­ing Protestants as Johnnies-come-lately who think they have in­vented the wheel, when all along Catholics have been rolling down the broad avenues of history. Catholics must concede to Prot­estants on the charismatic gifts, however; Pentecostals have been exercising them for nearly a cen­tury. In this case, Catholics are the late-arriving Johnnies.

Pentecostals and Catholic charismatics alike trace their lin­eage back to the Apostolic era. True primacy lies with the first Christians, for, as St. Luke dem­onstrates in the Acts of the Apos­tles, the gifts are nothing new. It all happened nearly 2,000 years ago, when the Holy Ghost de­scended upon the flock gathered in a room in Jerusalem: “And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance” (Acts 2:2-4).

This spiritual explosion en­gendered a concatenation of fur­ther “signs and wonders” among the Apostles: healing, raising the dead, discerning the secrets of the heart, casting out demons, prophesying. Even wild hillbilly fanatics marshall impeccable Ap­ostolic support for their shenani­gans, for as any Scripture-crazed east Tennessean will point out, Mark 16:18 states bluntly: “They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them….” Who knows? Maybe some Catholic priest in the Tennessee mountains has already taken to twirling rat­tlesnakes and quaffing strychnine.

Catholics, not famed for their familiarity with Holy Writ, may be startled to discover that miraculous occurrences did not cease when Christ ascended into heaven; the New Testament crackles with strange and unearth­ly wonders. So stunning were the supernatural marvels performed by the Apostles that pagan peo­ples sometimes hailed them as gods in human form. The early Christians could take for granted what we would likely dismiss as superstition or gape at in speech­less wonderment. Wonderment or not, to deny the validity of charismatic claims is to gainsay the luminous testimony of the New Testament. Something is go­ing on now, and something was going on then, and humble in­quiry, rather than condemnation or adamant incredulity, would seem best suited to finding out what.

It is odd that any devout and orthodox Catholic should be baffled by charismatic phenome­na. It is understandable that Cath­olics who have imbibed the spir­it of secularism should be distress­ed; after all, this is the 20th cen­tury and superstition must go. But those who have resisted con­formity to the dictates of positiv­ism and scientism have no trou­ble with that old bugbear “super­stition.” Such a Catholic does not restrict the miraculous to New Testament times. The saints — that triumphant host of wit­nesses to wonder-working power — prevent that mistake.

In the last couple years, secularist Americans have been shocked to see scores of normal, well-educated, middle-class Cath­olics flocking to an obscure Yugoslav village to visit the site of what is said to be an ongoing apparition of Our Lady. These pil­grims also raise eyebrows among mainstream Protestants — Metho­dists, Presbyterians, Lutherans, and the like — who tend to con­fine the miraculous to the Bible. Ironically, the Catholic who be­lieves in the continuity of mira­cles from New Testament times to the present finds his firmest allies among those very groups that are most overtly anti-Cath­olic: Pentecostals and such fun­damentalists as Southern Baptists, Seventh-Day Adventists, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and the Church of Christ. “Superstition,” like poli­tics, produces strange bedfellows.

Of the nine gifts of the Spir­it enumerated by St. Paul in II Corinthians 12:8-10, two receive the bulk of attention today: heal­ing and speaking in tongues. A question naturally arises: Since these gifts were rampant in the early Church, why the long hiatus between that era and the present revivification? On the matter of healing, the Catholic charismatic replies that there is no hiatus; miraculous healings have contin­ued in unbroken succession since the time of Christ. Only glossolalia presents a revival of a long-absent practice. Pentecostals, who sometimes refer to them­selves as the “Latter Rain Move­ment,” admit the gap in both ar­eas. As Donald Dayton explains in Theological Roots of Pentecostalism, the alternative name accounts for the gulf between the Apostolic age and the present. In the Acts of the Apostles, St. Luke describes the “early rain” that accompanied the “planting” of the Church. Today we are wit­nessing, after a long drought, the “latter rain” that is preparing the way for the “harvest,” the fast-approaching Second Coming of Christ.

Pentecostals differ as to the precise moment this began. Some date it to an outbreak of glossolalia in Los Angeles in 1906 in re­vivals conducted by a black preacher, W.J. Seymour. More properly, the key event occurred six years earlier at a Bible college in Topeka, Kansas, when, in a meeting directed by Charles F. Parham, a young woman was seized with the Spirit and spout­ed strange tongues. In any case, for Pentecostals, baptism in the Spirit burst de novo upon unsuspecting souls; preparation for the harvest was launched by divine fiat.

Dayton endeavors to dispel this notion — not to discredit the movement, but rather, in good historical fashion, to unearth the “roots” that existed before Pentecostalism appeared in full panoply. In this, his work parallels Ernest Sandeen’s book of 1970, The Roots of Fundamentalism. Sandeen tackled two labors: one, to demonstrate that fundamen­talism did not spring from no­where in the 1920s; and two, to rescue the movement from the predominant sociological inter­pretation (that it represented a revolt of rural America against the pernicious influence of the city) and to establish it upon a firm theological foundation. So, too, Dayton with Pentecostalism.

In an elegant exercise in in­tellectual history, Dayton reveals the sources of Pentecostalism. He finds three main ones: the exfoli­ation of Wesleyan teachings, par­ticularly the doctrine of sanctification; the theological discourse that accompanied the revivals of the 19th century, especially the one that swept America on the eve of the Civil War; and the Ho­liness or Christian perfection movement of the late 19th cen­tury. Taken together, Dayton contends, these facets of pre-20th-century religious life con­tained in nascent shape all the elements of Pentecostalism. “A sort of pre-Pentecostal tinder-box” existed at the turn of the century, “awaiting the spark that would set it off.” That spark was speaking in tongues, “the evidence of having received the baptism with the Holy Spirit.” The result­ing holy conflagration still rages.

By focusing attention on the theological roots of Pentecos­talism, Dayton downplays the popular sociological explanation that has largely controlled under­standing of the phenomenon. In its most rudimentary configura­tion, this treats Pentecostalism as social pathology, as a peculiar brand of religiosity fabricated by disinherited blacks and poor whites in an effort to find emo­tional release from the oppres­sive weight of hopeless circum­stances.

One can accept Dayton’s emphasis without denying the cogency of the sociological inter­pretation. Pentecostalism did de­rive various doctrines from previ­ous religious thought; a theologi­cal perspective enhances one’s comprehension of what paved the way for the events in Topeka and Los Angeles. Just as surely, it is obvious that Pentecostal fires burned most intensely among those for whom the hardships of daily existence could be mitigat­ed by ecstatic emotionalism and the promise of Christ’s imminent return. To say this, does not nec­essarily rob Pentecostalism of its genuineness as a divine moving of the Spirit.

Argue one may over what prompted the rise of Pentecostal­ism, but one thing is indisputable: like fire through dry brush, it swept out of America and spread across the globe, its path marked most noticeably by the twin fea­tures of healing and tongues. Smith Wigglesworth, a prosperous Yorkshire plumber, had launched a healing ministry in the late 1880s. He did not embrace glossolalia until 1907, just after it ar­rived in England, but once in possession of this talent, he com­bined it with healing to forge a ministry that propelled him to worldwide fame. In the course of his long life (he did not die until 1947), Wigglesworth ranged across the globe from England to the Continent, to South Africa and Australia, to Canada and the United States. As much as any­one, he created international Pentecostalism.

Jack Hywel-Davies, himself an English Pentecostal, chroni­cles the miracles performed in these journeys. Wigglesworth healed by laying hands upon the afflicted, but when crowds grew too massive for individual atten­tion, he called the Spirit down upon the whole multitude at once. Some people were healed, Wigglesworth believed, merely by touching his person. He blessed handkerchiefs which, when plac­ed upon the afflicted, achieved “miraculous results,” according to Hywel-Davies. The author is reticent to assert that Wiggles­worth raised the dead, but he does advert to an earlier book which cites 14 such incidents.

All this earned Wigglesworth a choice spot in the Pentecostal pantheon. To a less favorably dis­posed outsider, however, Wigglesworth’s flaws reveal a number of Pentecostalism’s enduring short­comings. He was a humorless and rigidly puritanical man who eyed suspiciously the spontaneous joys of life’s small pleasures. He de­nounced tobacco, alcohol, card-playing, and dancing, insisting that those filled with the Spirit would recoil from such tawdry pursuits. Hywel-Davies praises Wigglesworth’s humility; less ad­miring observers might instead discern an authoritarianism to­ward his fellow man and a spiri­tual presumption that bordered on arrogance. “If the Spirit does not move me,” he once proclaim­ed, “I move the Spirit.” He snatched up the prophet’s mantle with an alacrity that contrasts sharply with those Old Testament prophets who quavered when summoned to chastise Israel in the name of Yahweh. He evinced an anti-Catholicism that still in­fects Pentecostalism. To a young priest who was conducting him on a tour of the catacombs in Rome, Wigglesworth blurted: “Now, young man you would make a good Christian if you were to get saved.” As Jimmy Swaggart would say, even Mother Ter­esa can’t go to heaven if she has not been born again.

Antagonists of Christianity assail the faith for distracting men from the imperative to grap­ple with temporal evils; pie in the sky substitutes for pie on the ta­ble. Despite the dubious merits of this argument, it possesses force when applied to Pentecos­talism. Given the deprivation and powerlessness of so many of its votaries, Pentecostalism is long on heaven and short on the ur­gency of earthly reconstruction.

Hywel-Davies does not ad­dress this, other than to note that Wigglesworth drew no dis­tinctions on the basis of “the colour of one’s skin or the size of one’s bank balance.” The au­thor does, however, recount a re­vealing incident. An English in­dustrialist once invited Wiggles­worth to commandeer his facto­ry for a season of revival. Wiggles­worth swept in and converted the heathen workers in large num­bers. Hywel-Davies comments that “the number of workmen who became Christians…changed the face of the factory.” One hates to be cynical, but a suspicion worms its way into the brain. By winning the workers to Christ, Wigglesworth transformed them into a pliant labor force, no longer a trial to their benevolent boss. Their souls were saved, while, presumably, their wages remained the same — as did, one imagines, the factory master’s profits.

One thinks of those South­ern slaveholders who unleashed Baptist and Methodist exhorters upon their slaves, no doubt out of sincere concern for their souls, but also to pacify them and to buttress the master’s dominance. This is not to denigrate the com­pelling need to save the souls of the lowly, but it does point to the fact that those who clutch the reins of power often espy side benefits in a religion that ad­jures meek submissiveness and patient acceptance of one’s earthly lot.

Smith Wigglesworth belong­ed to this century’s first wave of Pentecostalism, a torrent that swept over North America, West­ern Europe, parts of Africa, and Australia and New Zealand. In the U.S. it peaked in the 1920s, boosted to notoriety by such flamboyant figures as Aimee Semple McPherson, founder of the Four Square Gospel Church. The movement slackened during the Depression and war years, but revived after World War II with a fresh expansiveness and fervor. For about a decade, until the late 1950s, American Pente­costalism elevated faith healing to a pinnacle. Two dominant preachers emerged, one who still regularly pops up in the news, the other long dead and remem­bered only by the remnant of his followers. The first was Oral Roberts, renowned most recently for strong-arming God for hard cash; the second was William Marrion Branham of Jeffersonville, Indiana.

Douglas Weaver displays ad­mirable restraint in scrutinizing Branham’s career, but the evi­dence is unmistakable: Branham was a repellent character who teetered on the brink of derange­ment. He began preaching in the early 1930s, but his ministry languished until 1946 when, he later revealed, an angelic emis­sary materialized with a divine commission. This transformed Branham, notes Weaver, from “an anonymous, small-town Bap­tist preacher to an international­ly known faith healer.” At his peak in the early 1950s, he exult­ed that more works were per­formed by God in only one of his services than were told of in the entire New Testament.

Branham’s downfall was precipitous. Financial mismanage­ment (not dishonesty), adminis­trative ineptitude, and the dis­crediting of the healing revival in general by a host of fast opera­tors plunged him back into pen­ny-ante revivalism. While his pop­ularity plummeted, his notoriety increased in Pentecostal circles, for he waded chin-deep into weirdness. Wigglesworth had re­quired the sick to evidence faith in God; Branham demanded they profess faith in him as a unique vessel of divine blessing. He warn­ed those who mocked his powers that they would be punished by God, a threat he backed up by recounting, writes Weaver, “mor­bid stories about people having accidents, contracting diseases, or dying after they had criticized divine healing….”

Wigglesworth had claimed to be a prophet; Branham identi­fied himself as the prophet, the messenger nonpareil, chosen to herald the imminent Second Coming of Christ. Wigglesworth’s distaste for Catholicism became for Branham “a paranoia,” espe­cially after John Kennedy’s elec­tion to the presidency; to Bran­ham, this signaled the inaugura­tion of the final stage of the Catholic Church’s plot to capture control of the United States. His doctrine of the “serpent’s seed” inspired a vicious misogyny, for by Branham’s reckoning, Eve and the serpent had engaged in sexual intercourse, thereby be­queathing to womankind “the literal seed of the devil.” Weaver writes of his subject’s “humility,” but “megalomania” would be more apt: Late in his ministry he asserted that God had granted him the power to create life ex nihilo, a privilege he immediately exercised by creating three squir­rels (which he then shot and ate). By the time of his death in 1965 some of his followers (over his objections) had begun to acclaim him as God incarnate; some of them still wait expectantly for his second coming.

By the 1960s Branham had ceased to typify Pentecostalism. The mainline, best represented by the Assemblies of God, had repudiated the healing revivals because of the hucksterism and show-biz antics that thrived among the peripatetic impresarios. Responsible Pentecostals were also dismayed that healing had been allowed to overshadow the other gifts of the Spirit. By the time of Branham’s death, Pentecostalism was attracting attention from discontented spiritual seekers in the old-line denominations. The newfound respectability and popularity would quickly erase the bizarre image projected by such men as Branham. Oral Roberts did his part by folding his tent, becoming a Methodist, and launching a career in university-building. A new breed of media-Pentecostals — notably Jimmy Bakker, Jimmy Swaggart, and Pat Robertson (though Robertson is formally a Southern Baptist) — began their rise to prominence. This new breadth and sophistication led some observers to coin the term “Neo-Pentecostalism.”

Since the late 1960s this re­surgence has reaped millions of souls in the U.S., and has swept to unparalleled victories abroad. In Latin America, for example, American evangelists and home­grown preachers have mounted a stunning challenge to Catholi­cism, and in Africa Pentecostal­ism has erected a Third Force, vigorously contesting Islam and the traditional Christian com­munions for the souls of black folk. In typical fashion, the secu­lar media have paid scant atten­tion to this development, con­centrating instead on the titillations provided by the sexual escapades of Jim Bakker and Jim­my Swaggart. Contrary to what some people think, neither ignor­ing nor deriding the movement will make it disappear.

The most intriguing feature of Neo-Pentecostalism is its infil­tration of the Catholic Church. It is all rather odd to many Catho­lics, but two recent books — Fr. Ralph DiOrio’s Signs and Wonders and Martin and Sally Lynch’s Healed for Holiness — should partly allay suspicion about those arm-waving, Jesus-praising charismatics. Fr. DiOrio, head of the Apostolate of Prayer for Heal­ing and Evangelism in Worcester, Massachusetts, has garnered con­siderable attention in recent years. In Signs and Wonders he collects testimonies from 18 peo­ple he has healed, and includes his own brief accounts of 15 oth­er cases.

The healings cover a broad range, everything from cancer to a severed fingertip, from enceph­alitis to shortness of breath. Some — the inability to walk, for example — could be dismissed as mere psychosomatic impairments from which, with a little outside prompting, the afflicted healed themselves. Doctors know, too, that some illnesses mysteriously vanish; cancer, for one, can go into remission without the minis­trations of a faith healer. Nor does the case of a previously in­fertile woman who becomes pregnant need a supernatural ex­planation. Having said this, even a skeptic would have to admit that some of the things recorded here simply do not just happen. A woman with scoliosis so severe that her spinal column is twisted into an S-shape: her spine is straightened. A doctor with in­curable heart disease: the condi­tion disappears. “But then,” ex­claims one person, “God always did the unbelievable, didn’t He!”

The biographers of Wiggles­worth and Branham claim a ques­tionable humility for their sub­jects; Fr. DiOrio really does radi­ate this quality. “I have no pow­er, and want no glory,” he states. “I am a priest.” A healed sufferer remarks of DiOrio: “How hum­bly he implored all of us not to thank him but to thank God.” He does not demand that suppli­ants prove their faith in his powers, nor even in God’s. “I do not believe…that God doles out healings on the basis of faith, and therefore I call neither Him nor myself a faith healer.” The doctor cured of heart disease is a hard-boiled man of science who, he confesses, “arrived at the ser­vice with one percent belief and 99 percent disbelief.” God, DiOr­io would say, does not require even so much as a single percent­age point of credence.

For Fr. DiOrio, mending a broken body is not an end in it­self; the ultimate thing is that “it transforms forever a person’s re­lationship with God.” Although the Lynches, who teach at the University of Steubenville, deal in battered hearts and wounded minds instead of fleshly ailments, they agree with the priest. “God clearly intends healing as a spring­board to reformation and the life­long pursuit of holiness,” they aver in Healed for Holiness. “Inner healing,” the goal of their ministrations, is one of those dul­cet terms that trips lightly from the lips of New-Age cultists. “Wholeness” and “holistic” crop up wherever one encounters folks who talk to crystals or twitter about reincarnation. The Lynch­es dissociate themselves from the “deceptive promise of wholeness” that wafts from these fey pre­cincts. They also distinguish their calling from “secular psycholo­gy,” a discipline that “wants us to believe that wholeness is self-discovery.” Rather, they call for “a radically new form of self-awareness”: the “awareness that my self, to the fullest sense possi­ble, is loved by my heavenly father.”

How attractive DiOrio and the Lynches appear in compari­son to what Douglas Weaver types as the “Pentecostal holy man.” No self-aggrandizing, no boasting of numbers, no assertions of pro­phetic chosenness, no demands to repose faith in an authoritarian thaumaturge: simply the unob­trusive healing of minds and bod­ies. One searches in vain in their books for anything that fails to square with solid Catholic teach­ing. For Fr. DiOrio and the Lynches, exercise of the charis­matic gifts is no way conflicts with their staunch adherence to the Church.

These three individuals rep­resent the charismatic experience at its best, but their books — be­cause they limit themselves to the single gift of healing — pro­vide an inadequate basis for judg­ing the full import of the move­ment. To accomplish this, one must search further afield.

“By their fruits ye shall know them”: by this sound bibli­cal precept the charismatic phe­nomenon qualifies as an authen­tic outpouring of the Holy Spirit. These people exhibit a joyousness, serenity, love, and vibrancy that attest to their baptism in the Spirit. Now the bad news: the gifts come from God, but the re­cipients are human beings who share in the fallenness of man­kind. What God bestows, man possesses an infinite capacity to pervert. For all its virtues, the charismatic movement poses po­tential dangers to the Church. The problem lies not with the gifts, but how people use them.

The quotidian life of a Cath­olic can appear a dull affair: weekly Mass; occasional confes­sion; regular, but naggingly inad­equate, prayers; a bit of Bible-reading; the well-intentioned, but frustrating, attempt to follow Christ. Spiritual highs are few; the spirit languishes in everydayness. Surely there must be more than this! The charismatic exper­ience invites one to shatter the mundane, to escape the routine; it also tempts one to spiritual elit­ism.

Why does the Spirit seize some and not others? At their best — as, for example, in the person of Fr. DiOrio — charismatics profess humility in the face of the mysterious movings of the Holy Spirit. At their worst, they gravitate toward an elitism that disdains the humdrum dailiness of the average believer. The charismatic may feel an urge to revel in his specialness, to see himself as the possessor of an ex­traordinary knowledge not vouch­safed to less exalted souls. Down this road lurks the antique, yet ever-seductive, heresy of gnosti­cism. Throughout the Church’s history, a refusal to accept the limitations of the spiritual quest, coupled with a probing for some­thing beyond the dull routines of normal belief and practice, has lured Christians toward gnosti­cism.

Whether ancient or modern, gnosticism promotes hatred of the flesh and of the created order in general; the material creation, gnostics insist, is irredeemably evil. One must strive to escape the bodily chains, to free the spirit so that it may soar to union with the deity. The charismatic experience bears the subtle mark­ings of this tendency. By seeking the ecstatic embrace of the Holy Spirit it emphasizes the spiritual at the expense of the material. Catholicism is a religion of the senses, a sacramental vision of the goodness of the material crea­tion. Not just the bread and wine of the Eucharist, but the holiness of the entire created order lies at the heart of this sacramentalism. Though flawed by sin, the flesh is good; it is not the prison house of the spirit. But the charismatic can naturally ask: If one can shiver with the exaltation of one­ness with the Holy Spirit, who needs these things of the senses?

Another potential problem arises from the easy drift toward antinomianism, or “soul liberty,” as radical Protestants have often called it. Protestantism has wres­tled with this from the start; wit­ness Luther’s fulminations against the Anabaptists. Puritan radicals brought it to these shores, and as early as the 1630s the Puritan fathers of Massachusetts Bay Col­ony had to crack down on Anne Hutchinson for declaring that she took her marching orders from the indwelling Holy Spirit alone. That sums up antinomianism suc­cinctly.

No version of Christianity ascribes more importance to in­stitutional authority than does Roman Catholicism. Sacred tra­dition and the Magisterium pre­sent the believer with an author­ity above his own personal promptings. As a Catholic, one acknowledges that the individual is not the ultimate authority; oth­ers — be it pope, bishop, or par­ish priest — exist to guide one through the perils of the Chris­tian pilgrimage. This can be irk­some to those who feel the fire of the Spirit coursing through their being. If one has gained di­rect access to the divine, why bother with institutional inter­mediaries, especially when those authorities have not themselves been baptized in the Spirit?

Pentecostals brook no such encumbrance — or so it probably appears to the Catholic charis­matic. In fact, as Douglas Weaver argues, Pentecostalism suffers from the capriciousness of “holy men” who do not exercise their power under the chastening re­straints of tradition and an insti­tutional Church. But to the char­ismatic Catholic it can look as if Pentecostalism represents a pure and unimpeded oneness with the movings of the Holy Spirit. Of­fended by the defects in his own Church, the charismatic can lapse into a longing to unite with kin­dred souls outside the Roman communion. Like mysticism, the charismatic experience can de­volve into a denigration of distinctive tenets and a craving for union with others on the basis of a unique experience. In such cir­cumstances, the teachings of the Catholic Church become barriers to “true” Christian communion.

By broaching these potential dangers I do not intend to dispar­age charismatics, nor to accuse them of subverting the faith. These tendencies are just that: Tendencies; they need not lead inexorably to gnosticism or schism. One of the surpassing beauties of the Catholic Church is its tolerance of wildly dispar­ate forms of faith and practice. St. Thomas devoted his days to erecting a sublime system of the­ology; his near-contemporary, St. Francis, became God’s fool and chatted with birds. Both were de­vout Catholics — a blessing to the Church of their day and to Cath­olics ever since. There is no rea­son why charismatics cannot re­main firmly within the Church; the Church is dedicated to inclusiveness, not to establishing an exclusive and homogeneous club. Within the broad realm of the faith, charismatics can freely pur­sue their special form of spiritual­ity. As long as they adhere to fundamental Catholic teaching and refrain from elevating their unique gifts into normative de­mands, there will be no problem. They bring to the Church an im­mense vitality and holiness; the Church provides them with the sacraments and with a hedge against excess and fanaticism. Should they wander from the fold, both they and the Church will be the poorer.

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