My soon to be ex-wife was raised Baptist and at the time, I was a “Chris-ter” (only attending Mass Christmas & Easter), so we both agreed to go the non-demontial route and eventually drifted away all together. I went a couple of times with her and felt like a rock concert broke out. Couple of years ago, I made mention that I wouldn’t mind to start going to Mass again and her response was, “well you could go with me & son” and after that snide comment, I never raised the issue again.
Last August, about the time I could sense things were going south in the marriage, I heard God calling me Home.
Now that my wife has left me, i’m a practicing Catholic revert and love the beauty of a Catholic Mass and the Church has not changed much at all. Yes, the child abuse was a horrible, horrible, thing that I could never get my head around because I had such wonderful Priests when I was growing up.
There you go, that’s my story on why I left the Church and how I returned.
Oh and the though has never crossed my mind once so far this Lent to have meat on Friday