Thank you for the warm welcome and all the replies! I’ve learned something new! So an EMHC is someone that helps distribute the communion and can be male or female. I was under the mistaken impression that since Priests have to be male that anyone distributing the communion would be too. Oops!

Thank you for the correct information.
Like: Since you asked for our conversion story…I will try to make it as short as possible! My mother was raised Cathoic but didn’t raise us that way. For some reason when I was about 10 she decided to be baptized in a Southern Baptist church, and had me baptized as well. I could not stand that church and stopped going about 14. (My father never went to church so I stayed home with him). There was no emphasis in our home on reading the bible or prayer so I really had no grasp of the Christian faith. That made me very easy pickings for the Mormon missionaries at age 23. (
You mean…there is no Trinity? I never grasped the idea so that must be true! No original sin? Well since I don’t like that idea either that must be true! Gold plates…uh, if you say so!)
I became an active Mormon, met and married my returned missionary husband who was born and raised in the Church. We were not married in the temple as I was too new and had to wait a year to go there. Never did make it. After our 3rd son was born, and we were preparing to finally go, curiosity got the better of me and I thought I would try to find out from the internet what happens in the temple because they keep it so secret. (
Oh, I mean sacred
). That led to finding out all the facts about Mormonism. After much struggle we decided to resign. My husband is now disowned and shunned by his family.
(I’m really trying to be brief!) Leaving Mormonism led us on a search for exactly what we believe. We began reading a lot. We began watching EWTN. Constantly. That network was instrumental in leading us to the truth and beauty of Catholicism. We watched Mass every day. We started saying the rosary. We observed the Lenten fasts, I went to Adoration…finally we realized, Hey! We are Catholic in our hearts, our lives…let’s make it official. So we started RCIA this fall. My husband’s family have washed their hands of us and think we are destined for outer darkness and my parents think we’re a little nuts. But we just pray for them.
Of course had I just paid attention to a dream I had about age 22…There was a big beautiful mansion and the lights were on, and it was so light and bright and inviting…the people inside were my family and they were laughing and having a great time. A Catholic boy named Petey came to me and invited me in, but I turned and ran into a maze in the surrounding darkness. He chased me until I was tired and repeated his invitation. He led me out of the maze and up to the house. I brushed the dream off at the time, though I remember it clearly still. It took me a while to listen to Petey!
I’m sorry this is so long and I hope I didn’t bore you.
Thanks again for the welcome and the information!
Andrea