"I remember that my parents left the RCC about that time for several reasons one of which was a Catholic Bishop who said it was better to smoke marijuana than to discriminate against the Blacks. As a result, several of their close friends were arrested for smoking pot. So, they joined the Baptist Church, but I chose to remain in the "pot-smoking RCC," as that is what my parents called it. Roll Eyes To this day, I do not know if it were birth control or pot or both which made my parents leave."
I didn't want to derail the thread you said this in, but - having some Baptist and Catholic sympathies in my background - I wonder if you would mind expanding on this.
In particular, what did the Catholic Bishop mean? As written it could be understood as him saying, "Both of these are bad choices, but if these were the only choices then smoking pot is a better choice than racial discrimination." Not sure how that morphs into people thinking it is O.K. to smoke pot.
It was the Roman Catholic Bishop of Oakland who had made that statement back in the late 1960s. I did not hear that sermon or read the published account of it. A few years later, my parents had left the Catholic Church, but I could tell that sometime was eating away at them beforehand, and I was trying to understand their thinking. Apparently, in a move to a new diocese, they encountered another Roman Catholic Bishop who had made a similar statement at my sister's confirmation ceremony. That was the last straw. After my parents and my other siblings had joined that Baptist Church without notifying me, and were re-baptized secretly in that Baptist Church while I was attending a Catholic boarding school, they accused me of being disobedient when I refused to join them at that church while on vacation. They were hoping that I would be baptized there too, and all their new church friends eagerly greeted me in anticipation. What a set-up.
I mentioned that St. Thomas More is our ancestor, and that I could not disobey God by denouncing the Catholic Church and accepting a re-baptism at the hands of a non-Catholic minister who did not have any apostolic succession whatsoever.
Incidentally, many years later when my husband and I were received into the Orthodox Church, just before we recited the Nicene Creed, the priest stressed that we were being received into the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church. This was very comforting. We were not leaving the Catholic Church, but were fully embracing the One Holy Catholic and Orthodox Apostolic Church.