I have a confession to make. This is difficult for me, but there is no other way to say it other than to say it.
I am a prepper.
Yup. I am Catholic and I am a prepper or maybe I should say, I am a prepper because I am Catholic.
In the minds of many, a prepper can be anyone from the guy who lives behind 10-foot-thick concrete walls under a former missile silo to somebody who has a few weeks of rations in his pantry.
I am more toward the latter than the former. I believe we should be prepared for foreseeable and even predictable events. As a husband and a father, I think it prudent to make provisions for short-term interruptions (few days to a few months) to the global logistical supply chain that brings me my food, water, power, medicine, clothing, and information. I also believe it is prudent to make provisions to supplement, when possible, for longer term interruptions to the essentials of food, water, and shelter.
But Patrick, some may say, as a Catholic you should trust in God to provide. Being a prepper means that you do not trust in God. Does not scripture say, “Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? And why take you thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: and yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”
h/t Hermit Sister