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Lee1440
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I love that line! Can I steal, er, borrow it, Cathy?… this notion of letting kids “choose” a religion when they get older. that’s like letting them wander into a dark forest so they can “choose” their own path home.![]()
And now begins a ramble brought on by that image of wandering in a dark wood…
Someone said to me recently that I only think the way I do (ie, have the strange notion that this thing called “religion” is somehow relevant to life and that there is something even stranger called “truth”) because I was conditioned to think that way by my upbringing. So I’m supposed to be Catholic and think Catholicism is true because of how I was raised.
Oh, really? Was I in the Unity Church because of how I raised? Or Unitarian? (Ok, that actually didn’t last long. I also looked into Mormonism, read the Book of Mormon and some other things, and I have to admit, it was never a serious option for me.) Or into the Western metaphysical tradition? Or into Yogananda’s Self-Realization Fellowship? Or Buddhism? Can everyone of those paths be dismissed as the alleged brainwashing of my early life at home? No one at home said anything about letting me choose a religion. They probably assumed I’d remain Methodist the way the rest of them had. And, frankly, it never even occurred to me to ask for permission to search or convert. I just knew I had to find the Truth. And I wasn’t about to let anyone keep me from it.
I wish I had been brought up Catholic. And that had I been, that I would’ve listened and appreciated it. All those years searching for something that was right under my nose. But the Lord had His reasons for the wandering, and my eyes and ears were not open and my heart was too hard and I could not see the Church founded by His own Son. You cannot imagine my shock when I realized that all my wanderings had finally led me home…
To the Catholic Church, the one place I had not thought to look.