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Thorolfr
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Ironic. I was an Episcopalian, and converted to Catholicism. I never looked back. As a bonus, my father is an Episcopalian priest, retired.
My Dad’s church was big, he was there for 15 years. It was more like a country club then a church. People were nice, but I was the “preachers kid.” The congregation was conservative. They didn’t like touchy feely at all.
It was a great life for me growing up. I got to stay at all of these rich parishioner’s vacation homes, my parents went to all these parties, and I was so very charming. The whole thing was empty. As a child, I was an alter boy, and I had faith. When I got older, I found out my father had lost his faith.
I loved the rich liturgy, the stained glass, the dark woods and the marble. The music was awsome, and the church, the building itself, was my personal playground during the summers.
When I grew up, I began to drift spiritually. The Episcopal church lacked… I don’t know… teeth? There was no accountability. All other denominations left me cold. I tried them all save the really scary Protestant ones. The Catholic church appealed to me a great deal, but being in my 20’s and no sex till marriage? Hmmm.
So I entered what I refer to as my wandering in the desert years. I had a blast in the 80s and made money in the 90s, but I was empty. I needed God, but I kept looking in the wrong places. That was when I became a seeker. Nothing worked, everything seemed like a play, a show. The weight of sin got heavier and heavier all the while. I was basically still a good person, but the hypocrisy I saw everywhere was too much.
To make a long story short, it took me hitting a hard spiritual, financial, and emotional bottom before coming back. I KNEW in my heart of hearts, the only redemption for me would be confession, confession to a REAL priest. I began a long look at Catholicism and finally went. I never regretted it.
Every Mass is a joy. Catholicism isn’t about one day a week, one hour, sitting in a pew. It is every day, every moment in a universal church that is still is plugged in to God. I FEEL it. I feel it the most in adoration, and confession. I feel it in the Eucharist and with every bead I tick off on the Rosary. I have never looked back.
I still like the Episcopal Church, and many are happy there, but it is only a reflection of a Church that is so much more to me, one that saved my life, this one and hopefully the next one.
Best wishes,
-E
I’m glad that you found the one place that best allows you to connect to God. But we are all different and others find God and connect to him better in other places and styles of worship.