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mskathryn
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I have been an extremely devout Christian my whole life. In school my friends would not invite me to parties because I was the GOOD girl. My dad had an extremely beautiful transformation beginning when I was 5years old. He for the next couple of years would have a wonderful protestant evangelical man witness to him over and over again. We began going to a small independant Christian church, Bethel Christian Church in Maine. I just knew from that young of an age Jesus loved me and I would dedicate my life to him. I have maintained that devotion - being one of the youngest members to be baptized [the protestant faith I was apart of baptized by full-immersion at the request of the member], I participated in every extra class/play/band everything that I could. I went to Bible camps in the summers, took correspondence courses and read the Bible often. As we grew older, my family moved around the country. Each place we went, we were active in some Christian church. Street witnessing to people was second nature to me. The denominations didn’t mean anything to me, that was my dad’s job as spiritual head of the household to determine where we worshipped, I just went willingly and participated as God lead me. When I went off to college, I found a start-up church [as somewhere in the back of my head I heard my dad saying that denominations twisted Christianity and non-denominational churches allowed the Spirit to truely lead them] and got involved immediately. I was the acting music minister and felt God’s call to continue forward. There were issues there, and in fashion, the next year I went back to school, I started worshipping at a different church. Long story short, I continued at that church for 2 years, then felt lead to an Assemblies of God Church for my senior year of college. Most of the churches I have participated in have been of the pentecostal variety. When I moved to the Boston area for graduate school, I was blessed with an opportunity to use my talent for God and receive compensation. I began singing at a Congregational church. One of the first of this denomination in the New World. It was a beautiful New England setting and the people in the church embraced me with open arms and love. I have been there for the better part of 12 years. I never truly embraced the faith of the Congregational, but that was my ministry. Then 4 years ago, I met and fell in love with my current boyfriend - a Catholic. In the beginning of our relationship, I felt that God brought us together to help him find refuge from the controlling Catholic faith - lead him to “true Christianity”. I was called to move to Texas to be with him [for a short time he worked there] and while we were there, I went to Mass every week with him. I was depressed that I wasn’t accepted. That I wasn’t “good enough” for them to participate fully in the Mass. It was hard, my heart was broken, how could this God that I loved my WHOLE life leave me out to hang. To be in this terrible place of un-wanted feeling. As time has gone by through much prayer and study, I have felt that we weren’t brought together to heal him, but to heal me. I am nearly completed in my RCIA class. I have found my Aunt and Uncle [very devout and evangelical Catholics] to be my Godparents. I have spoken to my mom…she supports my decision and loves me no matter what. She was “forced” to leave the Catholic faith by my dad to save her marriage after my older brother was born. Her father treated my dad harshly as he was not Catholic and my mother’s whole family has been Catholic for generations. He has had previous ill-feelings for the Catholic faith as his mother was also treated terribly by her family when she fell in love with a protestant man. I truely believe that all Christianity has merit. That the evils brought against my grandmother and my mother were NOT that of true Catholic belief. My dad has not forgotten the tears that my mother cried, that his mother cried as their families cut them off. There was not enough Love passed around - just judgement and intollerance. I have prayed and been able to move beyond - to understand that “men” make mistakes. God is perfect, Jesus was perfect, the Spirit is perfect, outside of that - we are all trying. Trying to love Him the way that we can. We cannot hold the Church responsible for the sins of her people. I am very afraid that my dad with continue the pattern that he has seen - only in the opposite direction. Does anyone have any insights on how to discuss this transformation with him? The Easter Vigil is rapidly approaching… THANK YOU in advance.
