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LeahInancsi
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I just returned home from meeting the bishop of the diocese of the parish I plan to join. I was very disappointed.
First, the church this meeting was held in was one of the new contemporary churches that have a portable Tabernacle, no statues of Mary or Joesph and no crucifix. When I walked in, I wouldn’t have known it was a church if someone hadn’t told me. The Stations of the Cross were in a hall and mere pictures. My parish has carvings along the walls of the sanctuary. The atmosphere took away from the meaning of the ritual. I realize that is my problem. Have any of you had a similar experience with the new contemporary Catholic churches?
Second, the meeting will have very little lasting memory for me since, after shaking several hundred other catechumens’ and candidates’ hands, his eyes were glazed over and he never looked at my face. On the other hand, I was rushed through so fast that I couldn’t look at his face, either. The whole exercise was a waste of time and it’s meaning was lost.
Third, my sponsor and I rode back to our parish church with another woman and the associate pastor. After the priest found out that I was in RCIA and was from an Irish family, he wanted to know what religion I was converting from. I will be baptized at Easter Vigil. I’m not converting for another religion. I have followed the Catholic religion and it’s teachings since I was 10 years old (I’m 50, now). I don’t know any other religion. When I told the priest that I was not converting from another religion, I got a big “OH!” from him. I’m very self-conscious of my situation as it is without him, of all people, rubbing salt in the wound. It made me feel like a heathen. I realize priests are human, but this should be a situation that a 47 year old priest should know how to handle more graciously.
I’m close to tears. I almost feel that I could continue on as I have for the past 50 years and get my spiritual nourishment from prayer and the fine people at EWTN. If it weren’t for the best sponsor any one could ask for, I might back out of RCIA. She won’t allow it. I realize that brick, mortor and personalities are not what this is about, but at times those things obstruct the view of what is important.
I’ve heard horror stories worse than this, but I wasn’t prepared for the disappointment I encountered today from a faith I have always loved and was hoping to become apart of.
Any thoughts or suggestions?
First, the church this meeting was held in was one of the new contemporary churches that have a portable Tabernacle, no statues of Mary or Joesph and no crucifix. When I walked in, I wouldn’t have known it was a church if someone hadn’t told me. The Stations of the Cross were in a hall and mere pictures. My parish has carvings along the walls of the sanctuary. The atmosphere took away from the meaning of the ritual. I realize that is my problem. Have any of you had a similar experience with the new contemporary Catholic churches?
Second, the meeting will have very little lasting memory for me since, after shaking several hundred other catechumens’ and candidates’ hands, his eyes were glazed over and he never looked at my face. On the other hand, I was rushed through so fast that I couldn’t look at his face, either. The whole exercise was a waste of time and it’s meaning was lost.
Third, my sponsor and I rode back to our parish church with another woman and the associate pastor. After the priest found out that I was in RCIA and was from an Irish family, he wanted to know what religion I was converting from. I will be baptized at Easter Vigil. I’m not converting for another religion. I have followed the Catholic religion and it’s teachings since I was 10 years old (I’m 50, now). I don’t know any other religion. When I told the priest that I was not converting from another religion, I got a big “OH!” from him. I’m very self-conscious of my situation as it is without him, of all people, rubbing salt in the wound. It made me feel like a heathen. I realize priests are human, but this should be a situation that a 47 year old priest should know how to handle more graciously.
I’m close to tears. I almost feel that I could continue on as I have for the past 50 years and get my spiritual nourishment from prayer and the fine people at EWTN. If it weren’t for the best sponsor any one could ask for, I might back out of RCIA. She won’t allow it. I realize that brick, mortor and personalities are not what this is about, but at times those things obstruct the view of what is important.
I’ve heard horror stories worse than this, but I wasn’t prepared for the disappointment I encountered today from a faith I have always loved and was hoping to become apart of.
Any thoughts or suggestions?