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Tiffany_M_S
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My name is Tiffany, and on April 23rd, 2011, I was confirmed Catholic. I am twenty-six.
Becoming Catholic was a personal choice for me, and before I state my problem, allow me to explain my situation.
I was baptized Methodist. I went for a couple years, and it was rather nice. I knew the people, I loved to hear the sermons, and, after a while, it was quite comfortable for me. But I fell away. Somehow, I knew this wasn’t enough.
After a time, I was drawn to the Catholic Church. I felt a quiet awe about the religion. It’s dignified and righteous without being self-righteous. I felt a pull. It was more of a small tug, a tug at my heart, saying, “Go. I know you’re curious, little one. Find out what is there. You might even like it.”
So I went. The first six months was nerve wracking. I felt that everybody was looking at me and could see my sins pasted all over my body for all to see. I fell away several times, but after several days of thought, I went back.
I made friends with the deacon there, and grew very close to him and his wife. They were kind to me, and welcomed me. It was as though I had made a family.
However, my problem is this: I am not on fire for Jesus or my faith. I love the Church, Jesus, God, Mary, and all that is there, but my faith is quiet. I feel a strong sense of inner peace, but I can never remember the homily. It’s not that it’s boring. It just isn’t memorable.
I wish I would do more to make my faith a part of my outer life, but life gets in the way. There is something to do or people to see, and I get tired.
My faith offers a strength for me that I can’t describe. It is quiet, calm, and patient. I feel a strong sense of inner pride that I am Catholic. However, I am not passionate about my faith.
I guess I’m different. I feel peace from my faith, a deep peace that nothing else can really provide. It’s like when Jesus was asleep on the fishing boat, and there was a storm. His disciples were drowning, and begged him to help them. Jesus calmed the storm, and comforted his men by saying, “I’m here. Why do you doubt me? I will always be here. I will be here through every storm of life you encounter. Stop being afraid. I will protect you. Have faith.”
I have since stopped blaming God for all my problems, and I want to find a way to be closer to him. But how? Nothing seems to interest me.
I’m trying to read the Bible from cover to cover, to see if I can’t find some answers to my problems. After all, the Bible is a life lesson in how we should act, feel, and behave. To me, it is more than walking with Christ. It’s walking through life, one step at a time.
The peace I feel when thinking about Catholicism is different from anything else I’ve ever felt. But I’ve reached about as deep as I can go in myself, alone, and I cannot feel the delirious fervor that I once felt for God when I was in junior high.
I need a resource that can help me pull through this. I detest that I am luke-warm in my faith, and I have a strong desire to change that.
I know that Jesus is calling me. I live on disability, so I really should go to Mass more often.
Am I a bad Catholic? And can anyone provide me with a resource that will strengthen my love for God?
Becoming Catholic was a personal choice for me, and before I state my problem, allow me to explain my situation.
I was baptized Methodist. I went for a couple years, and it was rather nice. I knew the people, I loved to hear the sermons, and, after a while, it was quite comfortable for me. But I fell away. Somehow, I knew this wasn’t enough.
After a time, I was drawn to the Catholic Church. I felt a quiet awe about the religion. It’s dignified and righteous without being self-righteous. I felt a pull. It was more of a small tug, a tug at my heart, saying, “Go. I know you’re curious, little one. Find out what is there. You might even like it.”
So I went. The first six months was nerve wracking. I felt that everybody was looking at me and could see my sins pasted all over my body for all to see. I fell away several times, but after several days of thought, I went back.
I made friends with the deacon there, and grew very close to him and his wife. They were kind to me, and welcomed me. It was as though I had made a family.
However, my problem is this: I am not on fire for Jesus or my faith. I love the Church, Jesus, God, Mary, and all that is there, but my faith is quiet. I feel a strong sense of inner peace, but I can never remember the homily. It’s not that it’s boring. It just isn’t memorable.
I wish I would do more to make my faith a part of my outer life, but life gets in the way. There is something to do or people to see, and I get tired.
My faith offers a strength for me that I can’t describe. It is quiet, calm, and patient. I feel a strong sense of inner pride that I am Catholic. However, I am not passionate about my faith.
I guess I’m different. I feel peace from my faith, a deep peace that nothing else can really provide. It’s like when Jesus was asleep on the fishing boat, and there was a storm. His disciples were drowning, and begged him to help them. Jesus calmed the storm, and comforted his men by saying, “I’m here. Why do you doubt me? I will always be here. I will be here through every storm of life you encounter. Stop being afraid. I will protect you. Have faith.”
I have since stopped blaming God for all my problems, and I want to find a way to be closer to him. But how? Nothing seems to interest me.
I’m trying to read the Bible from cover to cover, to see if I can’t find some answers to my problems. After all, the Bible is a life lesson in how we should act, feel, and behave. To me, it is more than walking with Christ. It’s walking through life, one step at a time.
The peace I feel when thinking about Catholicism is different from anything else I’ve ever felt. But I’ve reached about as deep as I can go in myself, alone, and I cannot feel the delirious fervor that I once felt for God when I was in junior high.
I need a resource that can help me pull through this. I detest that I am luke-warm in my faith, and I have a strong desire to change that.
I know that Jesus is calling me. I live on disability, so I really should go to Mass more often.
Am I a bad Catholic? And can anyone provide me with a resource that will strengthen my love for God?