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Hey everybody--
Sorry about the out-of-nowhere rant yesterday. Just so you know, I wouldn't have sat on the information like the proverbial dog in the manger, but it wouldn't have been up on my LJ anymore. I'd have sent it to the 3-4 people to whom I recommended Catholic Charities' services.
Aside from the cross I generally wear, I know I don't look--or necessarily act--like a "church person." No, I don't always make it to mass on Sunday morning (although that shall be changing as I just got drafted into my new church's choir). But Roman Catholicism is and always has been the center of my spiritual life. My mother willingly converted at the age of 10. In that same year, 1944, my father went off to the seminary at the age of 13. When he left the active priesthood at the age of 40, it wasn't because he had problems with the church. He had problems with his order's political connections to the increasingly corrupt regime in the Philippines and with how the leaders of the Columbans seemed to have wandered away from their mission. Meeting my mother was incidental to his leaving--it was not the cause of it.
As for myself, I have investigated other religions. I've attended several different kinds of church and read several books on Wicca, including the seminal Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practicioner. But they just didn't take. They didn't fit. The church is my home. It's not always a happy home, or a quiet home, but it's mine.
Sorry about the out-of-nowhere rant yesterday. Just so you know, I wouldn't have sat on the information like the proverbial dog in the manger, but it wouldn't have been up on my LJ anymore. I'd have sent it to the 3-4 people to whom I recommended Catholic Charities' services.
Aside from the cross I generally wear, I know I don't look--or necessarily act--like a "church person." No, I don't always make it to mass on Sunday morning (although that shall be changing as I just got drafted into my new church's choir). But Roman Catholicism is and always has been the center of my spiritual life. My mother willingly converted at the age of 10. In that same year, 1944, my father went off to the seminary at the age of 13. When he left the active priesthood at the age of 40, it wasn't because he had problems with the church. He had problems with his order's political connections to the increasingly corrupt regime in the Philippines and with how the leaders of the Columbans seemed to have wandered away from their mission. Meeting my mother was incidental to his leaving--it was not the cause of it.
As for myself, I have investigated other religions. I've attended several different kinds of church and read several books on Wicca, including the seminal Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practicioner. But they just didn't take. They didn't fit. The church is my home. It's not always a happy home, or a quiet home, but it's mine.
