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This assumes I have “friends” at Mass. That’s a laugh for sure.It’s easy on a Sunday to grab coffee, sit in your usual seat, and chat with friends without noticing an unfamiliar face.
Same here. Four years in I still avoid them.If people had tried to befriend me the first few times I went into a church I’d have run a mile
It has been one of the most difficult things to get used to about the Catholic Church. I come from a background where fellowship was a given. It was a given that you knew people and talked with people. People knew who we were and asked about / checked on us. You felt a part of something. It was nice, and a comfort to know you had someone to lean on or to pray with.Having attended Anglican, evangelical, and Catholic churches, I have to say that the latter has been the most inept at fostering community - at least in my personal experience.
Exactly.That was one thing I appreciated about my conversion. I can walk in to just about any parish in the world, know that I belong without the “recruiting love bomb team” pouncing on me!