How to be excommunicated, or, why the hell didn’t I do this sooner

I decided around 4.35pm yesterday that it was high time I got excommunicated. I am an atheist but was baptised in the Catholic Church, and because, as Dara O’Briain once put it, Catholicism is a very sticky religion, I am still regarded by the Church as Catholic. Which irks me, even if it is only symbolic. And the only way to de-Catholic myself is to be officially excommunicated. And that’s what I’ve done. I finally, after 24 years, got my shit together and started the ball rolling on a process that will make me no longer Catholic in any way, shape or form, and (because the good old Catholic mindset never goes away) guarantees me some prime real estate in the pits of damnation. Huzzah!

Getting excommunicated is a lot harder than it seems. For the sake of public service, below you’ll find a copy of a letter I have just sent to the Bishop of East Anglia, who is apparently the only one who can eject me from the Catholic Church like a heretical bogey. I don’t know when I’ll get a response, but if you, like me, are still feeling the adhesive, guilt ridden embrace of Catholicism, please feel free to use this letter as a guide to freeing yourself so you can live a life of secular existential despair.

You’re welcome.



“Dear your holiness, the Bishop of East Anglia


My name is Chris Page. I am an atheist, but it has been brought to my attention that once baptized, I am regarded as a Catholic for the remainder of my life until such a time as I am excommunicated from the Church. I was baptised in 1990 in Tooting, London. All I remember is that it was a bit cold and soggy, like a October morning, but without the poetic potential therein. Getting yourself excommunicated is a surprisingly hard thing to do, as according to canonical law, most of the reasons for being excommunicated involve being a Bishop who does something naughty, as as I don’t have time to become a Bishop (I haven’t even had the time to catch up on the Walking Dead, for goodness sake), I am left with only a few options. Firstly, according to a 1370 edict in canon law, I could assault the Pope. I’d really rather not do this as I’m a bit of a weakling and have you seen how much they charge to get into the Vatican these days? So much for blessed are the poor. My second option is to commit an act of apostasy. This is also hard to do as there is no practical guide given by the Catholic Church to how to commit apostasy (seriously, you should get on that). I sat down and listened to the album “Apostasy” by the Polish blackened-death metal band Behemoth (check it, mate, it’s brutal) but that didn’t seem to have the desired effect. So I am now obliged to write to you and inform you that I am intending to commit apostasy and that I fully appreciate that this will result in my excommunication.


According to St Jude, in the Epistle of St Jude, apostates have 18 characteristics: apostates are ungodly (vs. 4), morally perverted (vs. 4), denying Christ (vs. 4), ones who defile the flesh (vs. 8), rebellious (vs. 8), people who revile angels (vs. 8), who are ignorant about God (vs. 8), those who proclaim false visions (vs. 10), self-destructive (vs. 10), grumblers (vs. 16), fault finders (vs. 16), self-satisfying (vs. 16), people who use arrogant words and false flattery (vs. 16), mockers of God (vs. 18), those who cause divisions (vs. 19), worldly minded (vs. 19), and finally (and not surprisingly), devoid of the Spirit/unsaved (vs. 19).


I am thoroughly ungodly: I have a smaller beard than God’s, and haven’t created anything recently. The closest I get to being all knowing is stalking my University friends on Facebook and getting sad because they all make more money than me.


I am definitely morally perverted, by the Catholic church’s standards. I’m off to a gay wedding in a few weeks and it’s gonna be great.

I have denied Christ. Haven’t seen the bugger in years. He never returns my calls.

Defiling the flesh? Well, I’m having a ton of fantastic pre-marital sex, but since defiling can have several meanings, I also just got my nostril pierced, and I’m writing this while listening to death metal, which involves lots of flesh defilement.

I’m rebellious; I took my memory stick out of my computer without safely removing hardware.
I do indeed revile angels; swanky dicks. They can take their wings and piss right off.


I am completely ignorant of God. Who is he anyway? Never heard of him.


False visions? Yep, I am definitely sitting in my living room watching a bunch of dogs playing poker to the tune of Tom Waits. Honest.


Self-destruction is my middle name! I smoke, and I haven’t had my five a day yet this week.


Grumbling? Weather’s shit today. Have you seen the property prices lately? Bloody capitalists. Men are a bit crap aren’t they? Made in God’s image my soon-to-be-excommunicated arse.


I find faults all the time. My cat hasn’t done the washing up at all, the lazy bugger. I don’t care that she doesn’t have opposable thumbs, we all have to pull our weight.


Self satisfaction wise? Insert masturbation joke here.


I’m ridiculously arrogant. My hair is better than yours, and I have the sexiest ears in East Anglia. Fact. But I do love me a bit of false flattery. You’re looking great today, your holiness. Drink later, followed by snuggles and possibly more?



Mocking God, well, when I know who he is, I think he’s a bit of an underachiever. What has he accomplished? War. Famine. Katie Hopkins. What are you like, divine creator!


I love causing divisions! Which is why I have


divided this paragraph in two for no good reason other than that I sodding love divisions.

I’m worldly minded. By which I mean I have a mind and live in the world OR DO I CARTESIAN DILEMMA.

Finally, I am reasonably certain after writing this letter I am definitely not getting saved.


Jude also notes that apostates are subtle. I am stunning subtle, so subtle in fact that I did all of the above WHILE YOU WERE READING THIS LETTER. Boom.


Anyway, as you’ve probably gathered, I do not consider myself Catholic anymore, and I’d very much like you to do the same, so we can agree on something. Therefore I announce formally my retirement as a Catholic. It was alright for the first 13 years, but then I discovered evolution, communism and being nice to people who aren’t heterosexual men, so it sort of doesn’t feel right anymore. Please take me off any official rolls of Catholics, and is it possible to get a leaver’s gift? Like a gold watch to make up for all those years of unnecessary guilt?


Ta muchly, hail Satan, aren’t gays amazing, etc


Chris Page
Soon to be ex-Catholic
Cambridge
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9 thoughts on “How to be excommunicated, or, why the hell didn’t I do this sooner

  1. Yep, that's sort of the plan. Well spotted.

    Assume you mean “God” rebuke you? Unless you're rebuking me with bad grammar and spelling (which is my thing, so you'd better not be)

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  2. I hope you burn in hell for this joke with obama and owen jones and you all bum each other as satan laughs you'd like that wouldn't you?

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