Has anyone else experienced such a strong pull towards the Catholic faith?
Yes!
I was raised Catholic and went to Church till I was 16, in a family group. I never resented it, but neither did I feel any huge connection at that time.
I was essentially practicing Catholicism glibly without thought. I attribute this (in retrospect) to being poorly Catechised. For example, my main memories of Catholic aspects of my Catholic primary school, (ages 4/5 - 11/12) are:
- a short prayer at the end of the every day
- weekly school assemblies with hymns
- once starring as an inn keeper in the nativity play
- at least one year, building an altar for Mary during the month of may, complete with statue of the Virgin and many daffodils, and the class singing “May is the month of Mary”.
- going through the sacraments (rather glibly, I think) in class groups at the church across the road
There was no presentation / explanation of Catholic teaching, no mental engagement (even at a childs level) - it was just the gloss of Catholicism presented and enacted as mere habit.
We didn’t really discuss our faith at home either, I can remember singing carols/hymns once or twice at Christmas, we always had a manger scene with the Christmas tree and I remember painting boiled eggs at Easter once also. (The eggs are boiled, the kids then paint them fancy colours/designs etc, and then roll them down hills - its supposed to be the stone rolling away from Jesus’ tomb. I recall a Dog ran off with one of my painted boiled eggs - we were still at the top of the hill and so could not intervene lol).
As a teenager I became bored of it and I even remember bristling and thinking it odd/strange/wrong, when I learned my mum gave the church money via direct debit (automatic monthly payment). This was even though I was quite a “conservative” (!) teenager, in that I studied reasonably hard, wasn’t much interested in girls at the time (ugh) and I wasn’t out misbehaving / fighting / drinking or anything.
I started working on Saturday and Sundays when I was 16 - McDonalds, which was the one place I swore I would never work, (though it turned out really great and was a marvellous education in so many ways - at 34, I still miss it).
Due to this I stopped going to Church with the family. I remember feeling quite smug at having a legitimate excuse not to go. And that was that. I never missed it, and never thought about it for many years.
Things were much the same at Secondary school (11/12 - 17/18) in that were didn’t really “get into” the faith. Rather, in ‘Religious Education’, we did things like write mock letters to imaginary gay friends, to reassure them we would not abandon them over their sexuality. We were supposed to debate the morality of nuclear weapons one year, which interested me, (at the time i was quite the warmongering British nationalist neo-con lol), but it never happened in the end.
During all this time, I still prayed though, which is odd, looking back. I still said a short prayer every night and at times when I was worried or sad - eg if someone was sick / dead, or if I had an exam or whatever. The nightly short prayer actually started out as a form of obstinance, to spite a (very clever indeed) monk who - when we visited his community - brazenly “bet” our entire primary school class that we
couldn’t each say one Our Father every night.
Strangely, I didn’t really think of this as hypocritical, it didn’t really occur to me, in all honesty. I think in my late teens and most of my 20s, I was very much caught up in new experiences and freedoms - university, girls (finally!), legal drinking (hooray!), getting my drivers license, travelling etc - and I didn’t think too hard about God.
It was only during my mid 20s, that I started occasionally thinking about God and Catholicism. On and off. Sometimes with large gaps in between. Even though I wasn’t really part of it, I found that I cared about the Catholic Church and had always believed in God. I resented the bad press the Church got (and gets) and started to look into things more deeply, to see how their arguments really stacked up (like a form of late onset self-catechis).
I started to think about where I was going in life, what life was really all about, (the fun but meaningless late nights out partying, etc, having naturally lost their gloss/novelty by this point) and how we should live our lives. As my thoughts began to look toward marriage and (hopefully) family, I wondered what I really understood by these things, why they were important and what (or rather Who) is at the very center of them.
This pondering went on for years, and eventually grew into a constant thought process, or desire, which I now understand as a longing for God. At about 28, I realised that I should go back to Catholicism. As luck would have it, I lived (still do, though different gaff), less than 5 minutes walk from a Jesuit Church, one of the finest buildings in all Scottish Christendom and with excellent clergy and a magnificent gregorian choir. I had never set foot in the place before, but it was immediately “home”.
6 years later, I have never looked back! It was a gradual process, one or two years of occasional attendance- a further discernment, maybe. But now I would never miss mass.
I like to think this “longing” was the Holy Spirit gradually trying to prod me in the right direction. One of the clergy also proposed this, the 1st time I ever went back to confession, following my return. I am so glad I am back and could never imagine being away from the faith again.
Looking back, I can that God was always present in my life, but I was just looking elsewhere as a goofy youth. I am very grateful He had the patience to wait so long for my attention to settle upon what is really important!
Hope things work out well for you, Angelina5!