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May the Lord keep my words from evil… but with that said, I’m getting very tired of my local parish already, and I’ve only been there about a month. The deacon keeps jumping to conclusions about me, specifically trying to tell me how I need Catholicism in my heart, and trying to dissuade me from being “analytical” I guess. I have a high IQ, and like to delve into the details of things, but I do it because it’s a passion to me - my faith is like a beloved hobby. I pray fervently, I try to do a daily rosary, I already have Latin prayers down, I’m following along with the spirit of Lent, and I developed such a devotion to one saint that I felt like I was her friend! Everything, catholically (sic), reminds me of God. I love art and wisdom, I’m an old soul and have even, repeatedly, taught people thrice my age lessons about life. My friends come to me for advice in their love lives, even though I’ve never come anywhere near as close to a true-blue relationship as they have. I’ve hardly ever found love, but yet here I am guiding my friends like some kind of leader - I always seem to assume a leadership role without effort or trying. I’ve experienced numerous private revelations, as well as demonic attacks, and know theological teachings well. I was a Protestant for five years in case you’re wondering how all this could happen.
I suppose I could be giving off that impression because I stated a few things dogmatically in the RCIA class, I kind of speak articulately and my tone of voice and facial expressions tend to be flat, despite the fact that I’m sometimes so quirky and bubbly that I seem like a girl.
People find my “heart” hard to read so-to-speak.
I’ve been to confession twice, and the priest is jumping the opposite way and assuming me to be lost off in my own little world. I pray for and receive tons of guidance and signal graces and massive blessings from the Lord, and then I go faithfully to confession and hear the opposite of that guidance from my priest. I feel like he treats my talents like damaged foreign currency, and like both are already trying to judge my heart and piece together a “me” in their minds from so very little. And I find that incredibly unwise. They both treat me like I’m far younger than I am - I’m twenty one and if I were in a college class right now we’d be talking about Aristotelian philosophy, but if I were at church I’d be treated like a fifteen year old. The priest is trying to attribute so much to my mental illness without even really knowing about it. It’s too much.
Everyone feels mushy-squishy there too. Everyone is more feminine in their spirituality, and not like strong women, but nursing breasts. There’s no liturgical abuses that I’ve seen, and they’re pretty much orthodox (I guess), but the deacon asked if I wanted to have him work together with the Lutheran who baptized me so I could see which I wanted to choose. And he gave me faulty information about blessing sacramentals. The mass… just feels like a older female Protestant wrote it - no sexism intended but good grief sometimes the music makes me cringe. It’s like puffy clouds, not the Milky Way of the Tridentine Mass. And don’t get me started on the NAB… plus when parishioners die they don’t usually exhort anyone about Purgatory. Oh, and the priest told me my penance wasn’t about temporal punishment, but self improvement.
(Ugh, no one take the femininity comments the wrong way, please. All my closest friends are like family, and they’re all women. It’s just that I was drawn to the Church by the old-school traditional strength. Philosophy, theology, mystics, martyrs, chant, dies irae-y stuff, etc.)
I came for the Papacy as well, so I would never turn sedevacantist. But this hurts. I won’t leave the faith, I have no where else to go otherwise I’d be in constant cognitive dissonance.
I’ve loved Latin since I was a kid (Final Fantasy games for the gamers out there.) I love heavenly might, reverence, exaltation, elegance, etc. But I feel like I’d be sinning if I ditch my local parish. Someone help.
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I suppose I could be giving off that impression because I stated a few things dogmatically in the RCIA class, I kind of speak articulately and my tone of voice and facial expressions tend to be flat, despite the fact that I’m sometimes so quirky and bubbly that I seem like a girl.
People find my “heart” hard to read so-to-speak.
I’ve been to confession twice, and the priest is jumping the opposite way and assuming me to be lost off in my own little world. I pray for and receive tons of guidance and signal graces and massive blessings from the Lord, and then I go faithfully to confession and hear the opposite of that guidance from my priest. I feel like he treats my talents like damaged foreign currency, and like both are already trying to judge my heart and piece together a “me” in their minds from so very little. And I find that incredibly unwise. They both treat me like I’m far younger than I am - I’m twenty one and if I were in a college class right now we’d be talking about Aristotelian philosophy, but if I were at church I’d be treated like a fifteen year old. The priest is trying to attribute so much to my mental illness without even really knowing about it. It’s too much.
Everyone feels mushy-squishy there too. Everyone is more feminine in their spirituality, and not like strong women, but nursing breasts. There’s no liturgical abuses that I’ve seen, and they’re pretty much orthodox (I guess), but the deacon asked if I wanted to have him work together with the Lutheran who baptized me so I could see which I wanted to choose. And he gave me faulty information about blessing sacramentals. The mass… just feels like a older female Protestant wrote it - no sexism intended but good grief sometimes the music makes me cringe. It’s like puffy clouds, not the Milky Way of the Tridentine Mass. And don’t get me started on the NAB… plus when parishioners die they don’t usually exhort anyone about Purgatory. Oh, and the priest told me my penance wasn’t about temporal punishment, but self improvement.
(Ugh, no one take the femininity comments the wrong way, please. All my closest friends are like family, and they’re all women. It’s just that I was drawn to the Church by the old-school traditional strength. Philosophy, theology, mystics, martyrs, chant, dies irae-y stuff, etc.)
I came for the Papacy as well, so I would never turn sedevacantist. But this hurts. I won’t leave the faith, I have no where else to go otherwise I’d be in constant cognitive dissonance.
I’ve loved Latin since I was a kid (Final Fantasy games for the gamers out there.) I love heavenly might, reverence, exaltation, elegance, etc. But I feel like I’d be sinning if I ditch my local parish. Someone help.
Edited by moderator