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oceanluvr2013
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I finally registered at my local Catholic parish
After months of internal debate, wrangling with my conscience, and going over my options, and trying to come to some kind of conclusion I received a call - something I have been praying for for years.
The call was from the diocesan director of mental health services. We talked for what seemed like hours about my situation (being married to a true believing mormon in a true believing mormon family) my extensive Catholic background prior to my conversion, my long history (31 years) of Bipolar disorder, my medications, and how God was working in the midst of all this.
She suggested that I go to my local parish (coincidently across the street from the LDS church) and make an appointment to talk to the Pastor in the context of the Sacrament of Reconciliation.
I felt a real sense of - not ‘the spirit’ - but that intellectually and in a real sense of, well, ‘being’, that it was the right thing to do.
So, I went to the parish and registered as a member (no conversion necessary) and made an appointment to see the parish priest next week to go to the Sacrament of Reconciliation, and to receive the Sacrament of Annointing of the Sick.
I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I don’t think it’s magic or anything like that, but a real sense that I’m coming home - just like it is the right thing to do.
Baby steps.
After months of internal debate, wrangling with my conscience, and going over my options, and trying to come to some kind of conclusion I received a call - something I have been praying for for years.
The call was from the diocesan director of mental health services. We talked for what seemed like hours about my situation (being married to a true believing mormon in a true believing mormon family) my extensive Catholic background prior to my conversion, my long history (31 years) of Bipolar disorder, my medications, and how God was working in the midst of all this.
She suggested that I go to my local parish (coincidently across the street from the LDS church) and make an appointment to talk to the Pastor in the context of the Sacrament of Reconciliation.
I felt a real sense of - not ‘the spirit’ - but that intellectually and in a real sense of, well, ‘being’, that it was the right thing to do.
So, I went to the parish and registered as a member (no conversion necessary) and made an appointment to see the parish priest next week to go to the Sacrament of Reconciliation, and to receive the Sacrament of Annointing of the Sick.
I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I don’t think it’s magic or anything like that, but a real sense that I’m coming home - just like it is the right thing to do.
Baby steps.
