Yeah, none of this is helpful at all. I’ve tried all of these. Catholics go to Church then home. There’s just no way people get grow closer as a community like this. Especially a very closed off community like mine.
You say that a bar isn’t the place to find friends? Looks to me like neither is a church.
-Karl
Perhaps I need to go into further details.
After years of literally having zero friends, being the most hated boy in school, and all sorts of other things like this, I came back to the Church due to an experience at a conference in Steubinville during Eucharistic Adoration. Myself and 13 others (all from a town of about 4500 or so, and neighboring villages) came back to the Church at the same time. Another five people had reversion experiences while on missionary trips, bringing things up to 20 or so. We started a Youth Group, and things were going pretty good. Our parish then decided to start 24/6 Adoration (none on Sundays)…it exploded up to 40+ people. In a population size like ours, that’s incredible. We became tight friends, we became a community. Over the last several years several of them got arried, started families. Several years later, it’s still going strong. It’ was incredibly hard to leave that behind, but I did.
I moved across the province into the big city. A huge adjustment for a smalltown hillbilly. It took three years, but I finally settled down and started volunteering at a youth group in one of the parishes. During this time, circumstances arose that resulted in me being homeless. I spent nights going from friend’s place to friend’s place, with some nights sleeping in bus shelters. Eventually, during the freezing cold of the Canadian winter, I asked one of the other volunteers if I could stay at his place during Christmas. He already lived with five other guys in that house, so he asked them. One of them was the youth coordinator at the parish we volunteered at. They all agreed, so I stayed there for a week and half…
Until one fateful day, my friend (the one who I asked first) said “we talked it over, take as long as you need to get back on your feet”. So I stayed for a couple months, found a job, and officially moved in. We all became close friends, even after some of the guys got married and moved out. That one fellow, the first guy I talked to? Best man at my wedding. I was a groomsman at his (his Twin beat me out for the Best Man spot). Another guy who lived with us was a groomsman at BOTH our weddings, and will be ordained in the next two years.
Oh yeah, I’m married. I met my wife at a university Catholic event. My best man? Met his wife VOLUNTEERING AT THE SAME PLACE WE ALL DID. The fellow being ordained soon (Diocesan Priesthood, if you’re wondering)? He’s the godfather of my son.
So that’s that. Nine years I’ve been there now. Ministry is a great place to meet friends and make a difference. I’ve forged so many friendships, and have seen so many folks meet their spouses.