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KimberlyCat
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I used to attend a Baptist Church many years ago. It seems that there was an extra service on Easter Sunday mornings to accommodate the extra people. The sermon was about the Resurrection. I don’t recall any communion on Easter. I think we only had communion once a quarter and when we did it was grape juice and crackers similar to oyster crackers. They were served on a tray with tiny little glasses. The tray was passed around by the ushers like the offering basket/plate is. You would just help yourself. The church was filled with Easter Lillys. Most of the ladies wore pastel/spring colors with white corsages and white shoes. In the south you can wear white starting on Easter Sunday. After church there would be a big Easter Egg Hunt on the church grounds for the children.
One year I went to a “Sonrise” service on Easter Morning at sunrise. It was a non-denominational church near a beach. So we all showed up on the beach at sunrise wearing white. We sang songs and prayed. It was very informal.
I remember growing up being so impressed by my Catholic school mates. It was a tiny town so there was no Catholic school and only one Catholic church. I was fascinated at how they would give things up for Lent and how they attended Mass every Sunday. Their homes had statues of Mary, etc. They were very disciplined and very happy kids. When I was a little girl I remember telling my grandmother that I wanted to be Catholic and she said they worship Satan.
She said the smoke (incense) is the devils breath. 
My parents thought The Church was a cult. Needless to say I was never allowed to go anywhere near a Catholic church. 

I’m starting RCIA in the fall and have never been happier. You all may have no idea how lucky and blessed you were/are to be raised Catholic. It’s all truly a miracle.
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One year I went to a “Sonrise” service on Easter Morning at sunrise. It was a non-denominational church near a beach. So we all showed up on the beach at sunrise wearing white. We sang songs and prayed. It was very informal.
I remember growing up being so impressed by my Catholic school mates. It was a tiny town so there was no Catholic school and only one Catholic church. I was fascinated at how they would give things up for Lent and how they attended Mass every Sunday. Their homes had statues of Mary, etc. They were very disciplined and very happy kids. When I was a little girl I remember telling my grandmother that I wanted to be Catholic and she said they worship Satan.
I’m starting RCIA in the fall and have never been happier. You all may have no idea how lucky and blessed you were/are to be raised Catholic. It’s all truly a miracle.
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