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newenglandsun
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Up until just this month (starting back in early November), I was attending liturgies at a Greco-Slavonic parish and I loved them. I was a catechumen up until recently hoping to convert from the Evangelical Covenant Church (after having been secretly sometimes an occultist, and other times an atheist, and always quite a liberal, never told the ECC that though) to Eastern Catholicism (for some reason, Roman Catholicism is just not fulfilling for me unless it’s actually in Rome).
But I to be perfectly honest, I don’t really have that good a relationship with either of my parents and I was always impounded from them (both of them being Evangelical to Emergent at times) not to make Christianity nothing more than the rituals (all the sacraments ever were) and that to become obsessed with the sacraments is to become “fundamentalist” (a word my dad likes throwing at others to make them sound stupid). My dad constantly telling me that because the Catholics adopted infant baptism in response to Muslims (contending that evidence to the contrary was a lie) and because the Council of Trent did away with indulgences (again, contending that evidence to the contrary was a lie) all I had was a right to be wrong.
I didn’t like the ugly of all this pushing from my dad especially, but both my parents really, and I never got the vibe they appreciated my conversion. Hence, I just wasn’t at peace and stopped attending the liturgies all-together. Every time I go, I’m always asked “Oh, what did he say for the homily?” and then every time I explain what was said, there’s generally a series of arguments as to why that’s not important or as to why the homily was wrong, etc. There’s not an appreciation despite claims to the contrary.
As such, I kind of stopped going for my own peace. I haven’t had to discuss any theological issues since I stopped going so maybe it’s been working. But on the inside, I’ve become angrier and angrier.
But I to be perfectly honest, I don’t really have that good a relationship with either of my parents and I was always impounded from them (both of them being Evangelical to Emergent at times) not to make Christianity nothing more than the rituals (all the sacraments ever were) and that to become obsessed with the sacraments is to become “fundamentalist” (a word my dad likes throwing at others to make them sound stupid). My dad constantly telling me that because the Catholics adopted infant baptism in response to Muslims (contending that evidence to the contrary was a lie) and because the Council of Trent did away with indulgences (again, contending that evidence to the contrary was a lie) all I had was a right to be wrong.
I didn’t like the ugly of all this pushing from my dad especially, but both my parents really, and I never got the vibe they appreciated my conversion. Hence, I just wasn’t at peace and stopped attending the liturgies all-together. Every time I go, I’m always asked “Oh, what did he say for the homily?” and then every time I explain what was said, there’s generally a series of arguments as to why that’s not important or as to why the homily was wrong, etc. There’s not an appreciation despite claims to the contrary.
As such, I kind of stopped going for my own peace. I haven’t had to discuss any theological issues since I stopped going so maybe it’s been working. But on the inside, I’ve become angrier and angrier.
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