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I hate to take up a whole thread with this, but I just wanted to share this with you guys. Feel free to read and make comments, read and move on, or just ignore. These are true thoughts.
SCENE 1: We’re getting ready to move. We were at our new house in a new town just recently and were measuring windows and rooms and stuff. I discovered the town’s Catholic Church is very close by. Can hear the bells from my house.
Me: Well, isn’t that nice? You know, it’s so close. I think I’ll go sometimes. It’s been a long time.
Myself: Why? So you can keep on posing?
Me: I’m not posing. I enjoy myself. There’s a difference.
Myself: Sure
I: So when are you going to do all that studying you’ve been thinking about?
Me: I know, I know, my time is so pressed.
Myself: Excuses.
Me: Not excuses! Reasons! Starting internship, 8 month old baby…good grief!
I: Why are you doing this? Let’s be honest. You’re not going to be Catholic. You know you’re not.
Me: I know no such thing.
Myself: Get real. You’ll never do it without husband’s support. You love your pills too much, too.
Me: I wouldn’t say love.
I: I would. You know what they do. Yet you keep pushing it out of your mind, yet you love controlling when you produce a baby.
Me: I’m not entirely convinced it’s wrong.
Myself. You’re more convinced than you think. It’s subconcious, maybe. What if came down to you agreeing with everything about the catholic church except birth control? What would you do?
Me: I have no idea. It’s a difficult question. Besides, it’s more than that. Marian doctrines for example.
I: That’s often one of the biggest hangups of Protestant who convert.
Myself: Why? Why don’t you just find yourself some nice Pentacostal-ish, non denom church like before and forget all this Catholic stuff.
Me: Because I don’t like all that anymore. Because I want something more…concrete somehow. It seems that when I was there, Jesus was more…abstract than He seems in the Catholic Church. Ridiculous? Maybe.
I: Not ridiculous. But let’s be reasonable. You enjoy the singing and the ritual and the great age of the Church. You are pleased by her long history, by the concept of priests, by the pagentry. But will you pray to Mary and the saints? Will you throw out your pills and have children till you dry up? Will you accept that missing Sunday mass is a mortal sin?
Me: I don’t know. Why don’t you leave me alone? Why can’t I just hang out in these Catholic circles and drive myself crazy?
Myself: Because that’s exactly what you’re doing. Is your spiritual life being helped by all this so-called “seeking” you’re doing?
Me: Again, I don’t know. Maybe I should stop struggling so much with you people and let it be.
I: That’s sounds nice but wouldn’t it be nice to actually find a good church in your new town? Something you believe in? Instead of hiding out at home, whining about how you don’t like anything, and flirting with the Church at mass every few Sundays?
Me: You make it sound so dumb when you put it like that.
I could go on and on. It’s long enough already.
Just felt like venting a little.
SCENE 1: We’re getting ready to move. We were at our new house in a new town just recently and were measuring windows and rooms and stuff. I discovered the town’s Catholic Church is very close by. Can hear the bells from my house.
Me: Well, isn’t that nice? You know, it’s so close. I think I’ll go sometimes. It’s been a long time.
Myself: Why? So you can keep on posing?
Me: I’m not posing. I enjoy myself. There’s a difference.
Myself: Sure
I: So when are you going to do all that studying you’ve been thinking about?
Me: I know, I know, my time is so pressed.
Myself: Excuses.
Me: Not excuses! Reasons! Starting internship, 8 month old baby…good grief!
I: Why are you doing this? Let’s be honest. You’re not going to be Catholic. You know you’re not.
Me: I know no such thing.
Myself: Get real. You’ll never do it without husband’s support. You love your pills too much, too.
Me: I wouldn’t say love.
I: I would. You know what they do. Yet you keep pushing it out of your mind, yet you love controlling when you produce a baby.
Me: I’m not entirely convinced it’s wrong.
Myself. You’re more convinced than you think. It’s subconcious, maybe. What if came down to you agreeing with everything about the catholic church except birth control? What would you do?
Me: I have no idea. It’s a difficult question. Besides, it’s more than that. Marian doctrines for example.
I: That’s often one of the biggest hangups of Protestant who convert.
Myself: Why? Why don’t you just find yourself some nice Pentacostal-ish, non denom church like before and forget all this Catholic stuff.
Me: Because I don’t like all that anymore. Because I want something more…concrete somehow. It seems that when I was there, Jesus was more…abstract than He seems in the Catholic Church. Ridiculous? Maybe.
I: Not ridiculous. But let’s be reasonable. You enjoy the singing and the ritual and the great age of the Church. You are pleased by her long history, by the concept of priests, by the pagentry. But will you pray to Mary and the saints? Will you throw out your pills and have children till you dry up? Will you accept that missing Sunday mass is a mortal sin?
Me: I don’t know. Why don’t you leave me alone? Why can’t I just hang out in these Catholic circles and drive myself crazy?
Myself: Because that’s exactly what you’re doing. Is your spiritual life being helped by all this so-called “seeking” you’re doing?
Me: Again, I don’t know. Maybe I should stop struggling so much with you people and let it be.
I: That’s sounds nice but wouldn’t it be nice to actually find a good church in your new town? Something you believe in? Instead of hiding out at home, whining about how you don’t like anything, and flirting with the Church at mass every few Sundays?
Me: You make it sound so dumb when you put it like that.
I could go on and on. It’s long enough already.
Just felt like venting a little.
