However during my next 10 years as a non-denom Christian some Catholic habits remained, specifically making the Sign of the Cross whenever I prayed.
When The Passion of the Christ fever started in early 2004 I started to rethink my stance on the Catholic Church. I researched my objections to the Catholic faith and discovered that all of my problems with the Catholic Church were rooted in ignorance. I let someone tell me why they thought the Church was wrong about certain things and I never gave the Church a chance to defend Herself. After getting satisfactory answers I decided that I wanted to complete what I started a decade ago and officially join the Catholic Church.
And I say that I’m growing still because there are things I’m relearning about the Church that I had forgotten during my RCIA days and I’m learning new things frequently.
The more I grow and learn, the more disdain I have for Protestant Christianity. I have nothing against Protestants (except the anti-Catholic ones) but I find deficiencies with that version of Christianity and feel at home in the Catholic Church. Having been on both sides of the fence, and straddling it for a while, I’m grateful to have landed on this side.
My story is similar to frail’s here, with the relevant portions posted. I was born Catholic though, and remained relatively pure in my faith up until about my Confirmation. I didn’t really fully appreciate it, as I was starting to have some doubts by then, and really only went through with it (the largest reason) because I was under the mistaken impression that I could change my name. (I never liked my name Tim as a kid). So, I took the name “James” as my Confirmation name, thinking it would legally change my name to James. I was disappointed when I found out it didn’t, and now, since my middle name was James before, I have two middle names of James. But I digress.
Soon after Confirmation (which in my parish occured in 8th grade), I really started to fall away. The fact that I was going to a public school in 9th grade (for High School) instead of a parochial school (which I had been in up through 8th grade) didn’t help either. By the time I was a senior in high school I had stopped believing in God all together. This is where frail and I diverge: S/he at least maintained a faith in God, I fell into complete apostasy.
I then went to college and got into all kinds of trouble, picked up a nasty smoking habit, or really addiction (which I still have today), drank myself into stupor nearly every day and took many “trips”, if you know what I mean. I was out there maaan. And I threw in a few pre-marital pregancy scares just for kicks! To summarize I broke all 10 Commandments except the Fifth.
Soon after graduation (which took 6 years to accomplish due to my lackluster performance) I began to hate all relgion with a passion, and, when I was forced to move back in with my parents shortly after graduation (because I had racked up a tremendous credit card debt, a debt I have since paid off, but at the time prevented me from living on my own), I discovered the Internet. This was in 1994. I soon fell into chat rooms, where I committed myself to “disproving God” and “showing all these stupid theists how they are wrong”. To make this long story short, I met a lady in the chats who, through patience and gentleness, led me to believe in God again.
She wasn’t a Catholic though, so then, (in 1999, yes it took that long), I was left with “finding my own way to the Lord”, the typical non-denominational Christian approach. Well, to make that long story short, I was led, through much prayer and research, BACK to the Church I left as a teenager. I attended my first Mass in about 15 years, Ash Wednesday of 2004, and haven’t missed one since.