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So, I don’t really know where to begin with this…and I am having some real, serious problems with this now because I don’t know how to deal with this.
The relevant things. I am an adult convert, was raised with no religion, although I dabbled in Asian philosophy/religion and other things as a teenager, a little in new agey-stuff as an adult, though I rejected it as being just wishful thinking and delusion on the part of a lot of people.
I joined the Church through RCIA in part because of example and influence of a relative and was comfortable with its teachings and general outlook for a long time, went to church on a relatively regular basis, etc, but I would not say it was ever a profound or spiritual experience for me to do so.
As I got a little older, that dryness led me away from the church for a long time. I guess I fell into a sort of agnosticism by default, just because I never felt much in the church to begin with.
Being married in the church, having a wife who is a practicing Catholic, and wanting to try to give our children at least some moral direction in life, we started going to Church on a regular basis again. We went to some of the usual programs and stuff (Life in the Spirit, etc), and I started doing some reading again on theology, listening to Catholic radio, etc, trying to learn more about the faith, as well as praying for long stretches. I also checked out some of the stuff on mysticism, particularly the Imitation of Christ and some other stuff.
Paradoxically, the more I tried to participate in church, the more my faith and feeling of anything divine in the cosmos lessened. I gave up, resigned myself to accepting that I was never going to really feel much one way or the other about God, and went to church because I figured that it would be good for my kids to at least have some moral direction in life. On an intellectual basis, I figured that the existence of God made sense, however I intuitively felt about things.
I also started feeling rather bleak about life, not really understanding the point of it, so I lost myself in work, trying to justify my existence through it. I wasn’t depressed, I don’t think, but that I just wound up feeling that it was something to be endured without any real joy outside of momentary distractions. Just the daily struggle of putting food on the table, dealing with my job, trying to make sure the cars stay running, etc. I can say that my heart also hardened considerably in recent years, too. A joyless life, in other words.
Then, three days ago…I had this…I don’t know what you would call it. A flash, an epiphany, of understanding and being filled with the Holy Spirit or something, I don’t know what it was/is. Just like a sudden lightning bolt from nowhere, like God pulling the scales from my eyes and dropping an anvil on my head. I have gone from feeling basically nothing to feeling a great compassion toward people, an overwhelming sense of union with God, an understanding of things – God’s will and purpose, so much I really can’t describe it, and pure love. I have wept from joy because of this, can’t really concentrate on my work, can only think of this. Every time I reflect on this at all, real tears come and they are for all the people in the world who are suffering and I feel nothing but compassion and love where I once felt apathy and contempt. I see the whole of the person now, figuratively as a little child…I mean, is this how God sees us? But I don’t weep from sorrow, but also from joy, because I feel God. I’m one of those guys who doesn’t cry about anything, so why is this happening?
It’s just like this intimate connection to God has been opened and I am so overwhelmed by it and can’t easily deal with it.
It wasn’t because of anything special I did, or asked for. I’m not a great person – in truth, I’ve always been kind of a selfish, materialistic, sarcastic jerk in a lot of ways. I have a mean streak at times and often said a lot of bad things when I should’ve known I was being led into to temptation to say and do things I knew better than to do.
And now, I feel like I don’t know who I am now. All the material pursuits and things I once cared about are just like dust to me. I can’t concentrate on my job. There is only God in my thoughts and heart now, like a beautiful song that I can’t ignore, but can only listen to. All the things I doubted, ignored, and dismissed, have been made clear. I guess, in a word…I don’t know?
I haven’t talked to anyone about this, don’t even know what I would say if I did. I mean, what do you say to make anyone understand, especially coming from someone like me? And I don’t even know what to make of it, myself, because it scares me…not in a bad way, but in the way of feeling something for the first time, that is so overpowering, and loving, and strong, and good, that I cannot begin to understand it. And I don’t want to feel this way, don’t even know how to feel this. I want to dismiss it, just say that it’s imagination, but I can’t even think of denying it, it’s so great and pure and wonderful.
The relevant things. I am an adult convert, was raised with no religion, although I dabbled in Asian philosophy/religion and other things as a teenager, a little in new agey-stuff as an adult, though I rejected it as being just wishful thinking and delusion on the part of a lot of people.
I joined the Church through RCIA in part because of example and influence of a relative and was comfortable with its teachings and general outlook for a long time, went to church on a relatively regular basis, etc, but I would not say it was ever a profound or spiritual experience for me to do so.
As I got a little older, that dryness led me away from the church for a long time. I guess I fell into a sort of agnosticism by default, just because I never felt much in the church to begin with.
Being married in the church, having a wife who is a practicing Catholic, and wanting to try to give our children at least some moral direction in life, we started going to Church on a regular basis again. We went to some of the usual programs and stuff (Life in the Spirit, etc), and I started doing some reading again on theology, listening to Catholic radio, etc, trying to learn more about the faith, as well as praying for long stretches. I also checked out some of the stuff on mysticism, particularly the Imitation of Christ and some other stuff.
Paradoxically, the more I tried to participate in church, the more my faith and feeling of anything divine in the cosmos lessened. I gave up, resigned myself to accepting that I was never going to really feel much one way or the other about God, and went to church because I figured that it would be good for my kids to at least have some moral direction in life. On an intellectual basis, I figured that the existence of God made sense, however I intuitively felt about things.
I also started feeling rather bleak about life, not really understanding the point of it, so I lost myself in work, trying to justify my existence through it. I wasn’t depressed, I don’t think, but that I just wound up feeling that it was something to be endured without any real joy outside of momentary distractions. Just the daily struggle of putting food on the table, dealing with my job, trying to make sure the cars stay running, etc. I can say that my heart also hardened considerably in recent years, too. A joyless life, in other words.
Then, three days ago…I had this…I don’t know what you would call it. A flash, an epiphany, of understanding and being filled with the Holy Spirit or something, I don’t know what it was/is. Just like a sudden lightning bolt from nowhere, like God pulling the scales from my eyes and dropping an anvil on my head. I have gone from feeling basically nothing to feeling a great compassion toward people, an overwhelming sense of union with God, an understanding of things – God’s will and purpose, so much I really can’t describe it, and pure love. I have wept from joy because of this, can’t really concentrate on my work, can only think of this. Every time I reflect on this at all, real tears come and they are for all the people in the world who are suffering and I feel nothing but compassion and love where I once felt apathy and contempt. I see the whole of the person now, figuratively as a little child…I mean, is this how God sees us? But I don’t weep from sorrow, but also from joy, because I feel God. I’m one of those guys who doesn’t cry about anything, so why is this happening?
It’s just like this intimate connection to God has been opened and I am so overwhelmed by it and can’t easily deal with it.
It wasn’t because of anything special I did, or asked for. I’m not a great person – in truth, I’ve always been kind of a selfish, materialistic, sarcastic jerk in a lot of ways. I have a mean streak at times and often said a lot of bad things when I should’ve known I was being led into to temptation to say and do things I knew better than to do.
And now, I feel like I don’t know who I am now. All the material pursuits and things I once cared about are just like dust to me. I can’t concentrate on my job. There is only God in my thoughts and heart now, like a beautiful song that I can’t ignore, but can only listen to. All the things I doubted, ignored, and dismissed, have been made clear. I guess, in a word…I don’t know?
I haven’t talked to anyone about this, don’t even know what I would say if I did. I mean, what do you say to make anyone understand, especially coming from someone like me? And I don’t even know what to make of it, myself, because it scares me…not in a bad way, but in the way of feeling something for the first time, that is so overpowering, and loving, and strong, and good, that I cannot begin to understand it. And I don’t want to feel this way, don’t even know how to feel this. I want to dismiss it, just say that it’s imagination, but I can’t even think of denying it, it’s so great and pure and wonderful.