No, the problem is not that we are not saints.
The problem is that we do not know what a saint is.
The problem is that we don't know what it means to be holy. Our image of sanctity is of a eunuch sitting quietly with a smile on his face - Buddha without the despair.
Likewise, we have no idea what heaven is. George Bernard Shaw said that most people think of heaven as a long classical music concert - and most people don't want to go to heaven because most people don't like classical music. Have you ever heard a sermon on heaven?
In my 20 years as a Catholic, I have heard perhaps 1,000 homilies. 995 have been on how much God loves us. Four have mentioned all sexual sins other than fornication. One mentioned fornication. I have never heard a homily on
- Maturity in Christ
- Heaven (I've even heard hell mentioned maybe twice, but heaven is shied away from)
Yes, it angers me - but I think there's hope.
Either existence is meaningless or there is such a thing as the Good. If there is such a thing as the Good, then it's real, tangible, it has edges, it's offensive, you can bump into it.
Everything else is our own form of make-believe.