This thread is a chance for Catholics-in-Training (and former CITs) to share and maybe to have a little chuckle at ourselves. What is/was your strangest fear as you joined the Catholic Church.
I’ll tell you mine:
“… but deliver us from evil. FOR THINE IS THE…” whoops!
(For all you lifelong Catholics, that’s how the Protestants finish up the Lord’s Prayer… I mean the Our Father!)
TeresTala
I was a SUPER High Church Episcopalian. My confessor was the Canon Pastor at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in NYC. I would show up, walk the 3 blocks down the aisle to the apse (the place is HUGE), where Fr. King would meet me, fully vested in cassock, surplice and violet stole. He would lead me to one of the apsidal chapels, unlock the iron gate, and we would proceed to the communion rail, where he knelt beside me to receive my confession. He always assigned penances that were incredibly apt, and pointed to healing the particular sin that was the keynote of the particular confession.
My biggest dread in becoming Catholic was having to show up between the hours of X and Y on Saturday, take my place in line, get in there with a strange priest, be quick about it, be told to pray one Our Father and be on my way.
Turns out, within 5 months of coming into the Church, a really GREAT priest agreed to hear my confessions by appointment, and I have been going to him monthly ever since! So my worst fear did not come to fruition at all.
Now, adjusting to the execrable music on Sunday mornings – maybe that will NEVER happen!