Sorry about that undeserved attack you had to sustain, some posters come off really harsh, I’m sure they might explain better next time round, I hope so.
Anyway I was Cathecised in the 60’s, I absolutely love to hear and read the Gospel stories, I couldn’t wait until my first Communion.
Every Communion for me now is like my first, it never fades, my mum was a Protestant, she converted to the Catholic faith before I was born.
My father didn’t go-to Mass at-all, I think he didn’t like the way some business people in the Church were treated like royalty and others weren’t, plus the death of my sister didn’t help.
But I always was attracted to Jesus in my childhood, mainly because I and my family were suffering at the hands of a drunken father. ( I always liked this Man called Jesus because He suffered so much, and I in a small way could identify with Him)
It would have been easy to accept the drinking, I would have loved if he had drank and came home quiet, but he usually smashed everything up.
Sometimes we had to sleep out at night until it was safe to go home, I often went to school and whole weekends without any food, because all the money was drank.
He did this for over 30 years or more, so It’s all I saw as a toddler, and a lot worse.
My mum went to Mass, but not always,( she was too emotionally drained ) my father never brought us, because he didn’t go himself.
I went very infrequently to Mass, at 17, I was confused and disillusioned with life.
One night at aged 17 I walked the 2 miles into town and bought myself a Bible, over time I read it in it’s entirety.
I used to listen to Bible preachers from the USA on SW radio, I through my reading of the Bible knew what they were saying, although I didn’t understand Scripture or what they were preaching.
I don’t fully understand scripture now either, who does ? but although this is long winded, I have to say I’ve failed many times in my life.
I’ve been lukewarm In my faith and red hot, I know what a treasure the Eucharist is, but it’s taken me years to realise this.
I may not be the best Catholic in the world, but I’ll never leave it, warts and all.
As my dear departed ex-Protestant mother used to tell me, " son, I’ve been both faiths, and the Catholic Church is the true one" I never forgot that, and I’ll be Catholic till the day I breathe my last.
So he will fight like heck in attacking such souls.