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JanR
Guest
I got fed up with the politics in my parish. And the unveiled cliquishness.
When I first started attending the Catholic church in our town after we relocated here from southern California, I was eager to participate and contribute. We would hold potlucks in the parish hall, and more than once, the dish I brought was shoved off to some side location where it sat all alone and hardly anyone noticed it, while the main table had everyone else’s dishes that they brought. To me, that was an obvious snub. Space wasn’t the issue – room could have been made for my contribution. It was because I was new.
That, and other issues, caused me to finally quit going.
When I first started attending the Catholic church in our town after we relocated here from southern California, I was eager to participate and contribute. We would hold potlucks in the parish hall, and more than once, the dish I brought was shoved off to some side location where it sat all alone and hardly anyone noticed it, while the main table had everyone else’s dishes that they brought. To me, that was an obvious snub. Space wasn’t the issue – room could have been made for my contribution. It was because I was new.
That, and other issues, caused me to finally quit going.