WElcome home, Violapat. I was away for 40 years and came back in the 90’s. And felt so lost in many ways, but longed to go up and receive Jesus in the eucharist from the first Mass I attended. i sat in the back and followed along with all the mechanics and eventually it felt right again. Confession was a really big deal, but the priest put me at ease in the first couple minutes, told me he would help with everything and asked me if I wanted to continue to kneel behind the screen or come around the half wall and have a seat and talk. Honestly, my knees were shaking so bad I was having a really hard time kneeling. I loved my first confession and cried and laughed and jumped for joy afterward. Later, I got a book about confession and was driven to go back to confession and name each sin I could recall as the Holy Spirit prompted me. Then, after that, I resolved to keep my closest connection with the Lord so I would never wander again. Meanwhile, I read everything I could get my hands on about the faith, watched EWTN, boughtt books, CDs, checked them out of the library at my church, joined a Catholic Bible study, etc, etc. etc. It is clear to me how very little I understood my faith even though I was raised Catholic and attended Catholic school for 12 years. It’s been a labor of love that has changed my life in so many good ways. Sorry to ramble, but I hope you get the idea of what I’m saying to you. It’s a joy to be a Cathlic, knowing that this church is the one started by Jesus when he walked on the earth. He left his church to hellp us all get to everlasting life with him. His love shines through here.
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