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I attended Mass for the first time today (I have been to a Catholic funeral, wedding, and cousin-in-law’s confirmation, but never just a regular Mass). I’ve been contemplating my beliefs for quite awhile, and one thing has been prohibiting me from making the jump is my relationship. I am married (it’s a long story, but we were both atheists when we married, and although she was born and raised Catholic, our wedding was not done within the Catholic Church). I know if I become religious, especially Catholic, it will put a big strain on our marriage. A few days ago I decided I needed to attend if I want to ever figure out what I believe and what I want to do. I looked up Churches in my city that would have services at times I could attend, and I found one for 8:15 AM today. I got up, got dressed and headed out.
When I got there, I found a place to park on the street (there was no parking lot that I saw) with 5 or 6 other cars, some of which had Catholic bumper stickers letting me know I wouldn’t be alone. I walked into the building and it was PACKED. I was very surprised. Where were all the cars? And then I realized 3/4ths of the people were kids (I didn’t notice until I left that there was a Catholic School right across the street)! I sat down near the back where some adults were, and just watched. I didn’t know any of the prayers, but I stood when everyone else stood, sat when everyone else sat, etc. I now feel that I should’ve knelt when they knelt, but that was around the time of Communion, and not knowing how this all works I didn’t want to look like I was trying to partake as I am not Catholic.
The Priest was talking today about Saint Lucy. I didn’t know her story coming into today, but from what I gathered, she was strong and stood with God in the face of persecution. The Priest prayed that we all can stand with God even when it will cause trouble. This seems so incredible to me that this was the message of today, when I am going through a situation where standing with God will undoubtably cause major problems. Not martyr level, like Saint Lucy, but problems nonetheless.
Once it all ended, the woman I sat next to turned to me and said “I’ve never seen you at Mass before, I’m Jean.” I told her how I came to come today, without going into too much detail on how long I’ve been going back and forth, asking questions, and reading. She invited me to come back, and said that if I had any questions that I could ask her. She was super kind, and made me feel a lot less out of place than I previously felt.
I really am not sure how to feel. I keep thinking of Saint Lucy’s story, and although the Priest prayed for her intercession, I have asked for it myself too, although I don’t know how that all works to be completely honest (do I pray to her, just talk to her, ask her to pray for me?).
Anyways, I wanted to share that story with you all. I don’t know if I’m looking for advice, encouragement, or answers to some questions. Thanks for taking the time to read this!
When I got there, I found a place to park on the street (there was no parking lot that I saw) with 5 or 6 other cars, some of which had Catholic bumper stickers letting me know I wouldn’t be alone. I walked into the building and it was PACKED. I was very surprised. Where were all the cars? And then I realized 3/4ths of the people were kids (I didn’t notice until I left that there was a Catholic School right across the street)! I sat down near the back where some adults were, and just watched. I didn’t know any of the prayers, but I stood when everyone else stood, sat when everyone else sat, etc. I now feel that I should’ve knelt when they knelt, but that was around the time of Communion, and not knowing how this all works I didn’t want to look like I was trying to partake as I am not Catholic.
The Priest was talking today about Saint Lucy. I didn’t know her story coming into today, but from what I gathered, she was strong and stood with God in the face of persecution. The Priest prayed that we all can stand with God even when it will cause trouble. This seems so incredible to me that this was the message of today, when I am going through a situation where standing with God will undoubtably cause major problems. Not martyr level, like Saint Lucy, but problems nonetheless.
Once it all ended, the woman I sat next to turned to me and said “I’ve never seen you at Mass before, I’m Jean.” I told her how I came to come today, without going into too much detail on how long I’ve been going back and forth, asking questions, and reading. She invited me to come back, and said that if I had any questions that I could ask her. She was super kind, and made me feel a lot less out of place than I previously felt.
I really am not sure how to feel. I keep thinking of Saint Lucy’s story, and although the Priest prayed for her intercession, I have asked for it myself too, although I don’t know how that all works to be completely honest (do I pray to her, just talk to her, ask her to pray for me?).
Anyways, I wanted to share that story with you all. I don’t know if I’m looking for advice, encouragement, or answers to some questions. Thanks for taking the time to read this!