One thing I loved about the Catholic Church when I was first putting my toe in the water, I could come to Mass and not be jumped on by a bunch of people trying to recruit me, there was no pressure to fill out a “visitor’s card”. In visiting various other congregations I’d taken to putting false info on the visitor card!!
A million time this.
A tale of two congregations. I started attending one church in 2010-2011. Every time I showed up, someone handed me a “visitor’s card”. I was forced to introduce myself to the person next to me. I would get lectured about how I wasn’t doing enough for my faith (that wasn’t actually my faith).
I left the visitor’s cards in the pew, or handed them in blank. I sat in the back or in the furthest corners to avoid having to introduce myself to strangers. I eventually left, swearing I would never return to any Catholic church. I didn’t feel like the church was a support to me in a difficult time. I felt like it was pushing in on me, putting pressure and obligations on me to fit their image of who I was supposed to be. And like I wasn’t good enough to be there.
Fast forward a few years, and I landed at my current parish in a state of crisis. For over six months, I just sat quietly in a back pew. People were polite, but no one pushed in. People respected my need for space. When I slipped in five minutes before Mass, the greeter said good morning and offered me a bulletin - just a bulletin. They asked nothing else of me. When I left, I could leave unnoticed if I wanted, or let the deacon send me on my way with a warm smile - and nothing else was asked of me.
For six months, it was my refuge. It was a quiet place to escape from a world that was constantly telling me how I wasn’t good enough, and in the homily’s I started to hear a different message - one that said I was good enough, and I was loved, and even if the world didn’t value me, God did.
So, after six months of sitting quietly by myself, I plucked up the courage to wait after Mass one day and ask the priest about becoming a Catholic.
I’m coming to realize that one of the things I love about my church is that no one pushes in or imposes. I get to come to them. When I’m ready and as I see fit.