I have read this with great interest because of my ancestry. Allow me to explain.
I am a fourth generation American on my mother’s side (Polish and RC). My father was a first generation American of Greek descent whose parents were from the Pontus (north central coast of Turkey). They escaped right after WW1 while the genocide/persecution of Christians (mainly Armenian Orthodox, but plenty of others too) was building. They were separated in the escape, eventually got to Chicago, got married, and had one son, my dad.
My mother attended Catholic schools, lived in a Polish neighborhood, had a Great Uncle who was a Priest, and a first cousin who was a nun. Big family, centered socially on their native Church, etc.
My Grandmother was a devout GO who taught me as a child the orans prayer posture. She attended GO services on her own most of the time, and Catholic mass when she was with our family. Later in life she lived in a Methodist retirement home. She appeared to be quite comfortable in any Christian Church.
My Grandfather was a
Greek Philosopher who believed in and was a student of God, but not necessarily religion. But his father was a GO who was converted to Presbyterian Calvinism by American missionaries in the 1890’s. My Great-Grandfather eventually founded a church, school and hospital. Later he was martyred during the genocide.
My Grandfather was a Lieutenant in the Turkish army, but he could not save his father. Even after the war he continued to wear his uniform in public, and he was not bothered. He was the black sheep of his siblings–the only one to join the army, the only one to stop attending services, the only one to marry a GO, etc.Of his siblings that survived the war, 4 of 5 emigrated to the USA. Their children and the next three generations have nine Presbyterian ministers in the family.
My father was never baptized in any church. It was nearly scandalous for my Catholic mother to marry him in the 50’s. But he agreed to raise his family in the Catholic faith. He always took us to mass and prayed in the pew when we went for communion. Finally, he came around and was baptized Catholic four years before he died.
I am Catholic by birth because of my mother (and father). Because of my family situation, and the love and charity I have experienced from the GO and (more recently) the PC members of the family. In recent years I’ve studied all three faiths as my Grandfather would have:
read, research, read some more, think. I’ve always been partial towards seeking what we Christians have in common than not. It’s just a shame that we are not going to unite because we share much. God wants ONE Church, but we humans just can’t seem to get it done.
Sorry for this long epistle. I have enjoyed reading the responses, although I wish we all had a better future here together.

But I’ll entrust that to God in the next life.
