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About a year and a half ago, while I struggled with my relationship with God, praying the Liturgy of the Hours three or four times a day, praying the rosary daily, going to daily Mass, praying my heart out for others, volunteering my free time helping my parish, and reading only imprimatur-approved books while simultaneously worried for my very soul, suffering from what some call scruples and what others call neurosis but what I see now clearly as the ill effects of trenchant dogmatism, my pastor told me to enjoy life and that I needed to find my peace, or shalom, or wholeness.
Well, father, I’ve found it. And it’s not in the Church. I haven’t experienced such wholeness in a long, long time.
I’m happy. I’m content. I’m at peace. And I don’t miss a thing about the way things were.
Thanks for reading.
Well, father, I’ve found it. And it’s not in the Church. I haven’t experienced such wholeness in a long, long time.
I’m happy. I’m content. I’m at peace. And I don’t miss a thing about the way things were.
Thanks for reading.