BY MARIETTE ULRICH
With apologies to the Beatles (or maybe just Paul McCartney), I don’t believe in Yesterday.
This is not a critique of the song (I am, indeed, very fond of it), Mr McCartney, or any music for that matter. It’s a commentary on how some of us choose to live our lives — or not live them, as the case may be.
It’s discouraging, to say nothing of embarrassing, to go to confession month after month and basically repeat the same inventory of sins.
The other day my confessor said something that was blatantly self-evident, which only goes to show how sin blinds you, because I certainly needed reminding of it: yesterday is gone.
In life, spiritual or otherwise, you’ve only got the future — starting, of course, with this moment, followed by the next ten minutes. And so on.
Yet why do so many of us want to dwell in or on the past?
Looking back can be enjoyable, heart-warming, comforting. It’s called nostalgia, and we all like to indulge from time to time.
But it becomes counterproductive if we try to spend all our time there.
Beatles hit makes a nice tune, but lousy theology (The Record)