My conversion was a very slow process. I was appropriately apprehensive about Catholics and their statues, and “Marion worship,” considering my Pentecostal pedigree.
Two things happened in tandem that drew me in: the community and study of Catholic theology. I started college late in life - and everything I believed was challenged in the most loving and supportive atmosphere. When I did the research myself, did the reading, and came away with conclusions far different than the standard pat answers I’d been spoon fed, I knew change was in the mix for me.
I had never experienced a community/ies like the ones I encountered - they were wonderful, loving, supportive, and non-judgmental. They did not judge my Pentecostal faith. In short, they did not look at me through the lens that I looked at them. I thought to myself, they are Christian and I say I’m Christian - but I don’t live like them. I kept that close to my heart for many years.
For a while I thought that I could like Catholics, adopt some of the way they did things…but I didn’t need to be Catholic. But the theology had shaken me to the core. I couldn’t look at the Bible any longer from that fundemental perspective. I was relieved I didn’t have to defend some idiotic ideas anymore. I could think. I didn’t have to park my brain at the door. My emotionality was not the only thing that was fed. I couldn’t get it in fast enough.
And then, the community. I saw how they cared for one another. I didn’t even have language for it. I was envious of their understanding of the Eucharist - and for many years, I wondered why anyone would
want to go to Mass everyday…and now I understand…as much as anyone, I think…of course the Eucharist is a mystery…but I am drawn to it and to my sisters and brothers in Christ…and I long for it when I cannot be present…
So that’s my story. My spouse isn’t sure what to make of me, cannot understand the appeal of attending Mass as often as
possible…
Yup, so that’s me.
Blessings,
Steelemagnolia