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If I can prevent one person from the pain I’m going through, then it’s worth it to get my message out. If I can open one person’s eyes so that they can go to a Cursillo mentally prepared for what they will experience, then it’s worth it to tell about it.G4H, why do you equate your Cursillo experience with the Catholic faith?
Well, since it’s run by a priest and there is Mass and Confession (and both of those are pretty Catholic, yeah, I think it’s Catholic. And since it’s supposed to be a "little course in Catholicim, yeah, Catholic.
You know you attended an awful weekend put on by folks who seemed to not know what they were doing. You continue to make about not being able to go to mass and now you make a comment about investigating spirituality with other religions.
**I am going to mass every weekend, save one when I was ill. It’s still uncomfortable because no matter what mass I choose (we have 2) I run into one of the two other gals who were at Cursillo. Small parish, about 15-20 people at each mass including Priest and servers. Yup, uncomfortable. **
I have friends of a lot of different faiths. I would consider going to a weekend or day type spiritual thing with them. Not to change faiths, but to get something that my parish doesn’t offer. Cursillo is really the first thing my parish has backed, at least in the last 5 years that I’ve been going there. I live in the middle of the desert, there isn’t much here. It’s a 1.5 hour drive to Tucson and a 3 hour drive to Phoenix, too far to go for mass.
You know that Cursillo is totally unnecessary for Catholic living. You know from this thread and candid comments from others who attended Cursillo that yours was not what Cursillo was meant to be.
I realize it’s not needed to be Catholic. And yes, I realize the one I went to was horrid.
At this point you are pushing yourself away from the Church by refusing to internalize these facts. You know the Church is the truth. Have you considered that deep down you are actually pushing Her away just to make a point about your Cursillo experience.
**You know, I still cannot talk face to face with anyone about my experience without crying. The worst part of it was when I was leaving and being treated like a criminal and being grilled and talked to like a dog by the Priest and one of the gals giving the cursillo. It was beyond horrible. It took almost 2 hours for my ride to arrive to take me home, and that entire time was kind of like being grilled by the police, it was horrible. **
Only you are responsible for your relationship to the Church and with Christ. You can’t continue to blame the goofballs who fed you carbohydrates. Our faith must be deeper than that.
**Yeah, but it hurts, it hurts a lot and I truly am having a lot of trouble getting past the way I was treated and the things that were said to me. **
I’m not trying to shut it down, I’m just trying to make it more open to let people KNOW what they are getting into. Bottom line. Again, “You have to experience it for yourself, it changed my life” is NOT an acceptable answer for people who have questions about it.
The reason I wanted to go to this Cursillo is this.
I live where there is a very small parish. There is NO bible study group, there is NO women’s groups of any kind. (and yes, I’ve tried with 2 other women to get something started and 3 times it hasn’t worked out) The only thing is St. VDP, and that’s pretty much a clique that doesn’t let newbies do anything except sit in meetings and listen to the others.
There is NOTHING here except mass. At least we have a mass here in the middle of nowhere, and for that I am grateful.
Before I moved here I spent 7 years back in Ohio caring for both my parents who had Alzhiemer’s. When I moved out here, I brought my 7 dogs with me, large dogs. No way to do anything like an over night retreat.
Now that I’m down to just 2 dogs (the rest passed on of old age) it’s doable to get someone to stay with them. So I thought that a retreat would be an ideal thing to get my fire started again, so to speak. I wanted something to bring me closer to God and make my spiritual life better. Since the parish can’t help along those lines, I thought this would. I was wrong.
Ok, now you know why I went. I am hurt because I’ve never been treated this way in my life. I was a nurse all my life, I’ve had bedpans thrown at me, I’ve been puked on, bled on, peed on, pooped on, and called every name in the book, and that washes right over my head and down my back, those people are sick. I’ve fought for nurses rights to be treated more like professionals and less like slaves in the workplace and it worked. I am a patient advocate and stand up for patient rights and needs. But I have never been treated like I was at cursillo. Never. Not even as a child was I treated this way.
So yeah, I’m hurt, badly and it’s taken a toll on me. It is what it is I suppose. I don’t think it’s possible to be pro cursillo for me. I’m not trying to hurt people, but help them instead. I don’t want others to be hurt the way I was.
Ok, y’all have a wonderful Sunday and God Bless.