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Dempsey1919
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There are times when I am extremely enthusiastic about the faith, and there are times when I feel like leaving the Church.
It’s just so hard to be a committed Catholic in our society, especially when you have no Catholic friends or relatives. None of my friends understand my faith or my reasons for choosing to be a Catholic. They can’t understand why I don’t sleep around and get drunk every week. They think I’m eccentric. I sometimes wish that I wasn’t Catholic because my life would be so much easier. I could have all the girlfriends I wanted, I could drink as much as I wanted; I wouldn’t have to worry about going to Mass, and I wouldn’t have to constantly defend my choices to friends and relatives.
I’ve got to be honest, and say that the hardest thing about being Catholic is the moral restrictions it places on my life. The burden of faith sometimes feels to hard to bear. I often wonder if it is even possible to achieve holiness in the modern world.
I often think about leaving the Church. In fact, I practically did for eight months (I didn’t receive the Sacraments, but I still went to Mass.) Guess what? I wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel at peace. I knew my life was shallow and meaningless. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I went to confession and Mass and I experienced real peace for the first time in months.
I’m Catholic and I will always be Catholic. If I left the Church I would always have this nagging voice in my soul urging me to return home. Once you’re Catholic, you’re always Catholic. The faith gets into your blood and never leaves. If you leave the faith, your conscience will always trouble you. I know mine always does.
It’s just so hard to be a committed Catholic in our society, especially when you have no Catholic friends or relatives. None of my friends understand my faith or my reasons for choosing to be a Catholic. They can’t understand why I don’t sleep around and get drunk every week. They think I’m eccentric. I sometimes wish that I wasn’t Catholic because my life would be so much easier. I could have all the girlfriends I wanted, I could drink as much as I wanted; I wouldn’t have to worry about going to Mass, and I wouldn’t have to constantly defend my choices to friends and relatives.
I’ve got to be honest, and say that the hardest thing about being Catholic is the moral restrictions it places on my life. The burden of faith sometimes feels to hard to bear. I often wonder if it is even possible to achieve holiness in the modern world.
I often think about leaving the Church. In fact, I practically did for eight months (I didn’t receive the Sacraments, but I still went to Mass.) Guess what? I wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel at peace. I knew my life was shallow and meaningless. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I went to confession and Mass and I experienced real peace for the first time in months.
I’m Catholic and I will always be Catholic. If I left the Church I would always have this nagging voice in my soul urging me to return home. Once you’re Catholic, you’re always Catholic. The faith gets into your blood and never leaves. If you leave the faith, your conscience will always trouble you. I know mine always does.
