I just finished a stressful email/text conversation with my mother-in-law. Despite my protestations that her claims about the Catholic Church were no where near what the Church actually teaches, and my attempts at explanation, she refused to listen, insisting that what her pastor (an ex-Catholic himself, and the man who officiated my wedding) and the Book of Concord say is absolutely correct, and so she has no need to hear things from the Catholic perspective. About Catholic teaching.
So, I am rather rankled at the moment, and am beginning to despair of ever being understood.
I also fear I came across in a way I did not intend. My last message was an apology.
I’m too wound up to be able to concentrate on praying the Rosary. So, I’m currently listening to Agni Parthene on repeat to calm down.
I still haven’t heard anything from my parish of record, nor from Father about whether he has gotten anything. I gave the only proof of my Baptism, Confirmation, first Eucharist, and first Confession I had. He said he needed more information.The only document I haven’t shown him yet is my marriage certificate, but the office is closed now. I don’t know whether I am losing patience or hope. I don’t feel safe in this “limbo”. It feels like I am a tiny raft tied to a massive ship in the midst of a deadly storm. I don’t trust my ability to be steadfast, to maintain faith—I’ve fallen away and turned my back on the Church before.
Though I do not think I doubt the mercy and forgiveness of God, nor the absolution of his priest, I am still haunted by my sin, or perhaps more accurately, by the consequences of it.
I see more clearly now, in the consequences, the evil I wrought. I contributed to my mother-in-law’s misunderstandings and distrust of anything “too Catholic”. I contributed to my wife’s suspicions of the Church. I contributed to my brother’s rebelliousness against her. They all looked to me as a guide in the faith, and I led them all astray.
I plan on going to Confession again tomorrow. It is the only Sacrament I can receive right now, until my marriage is blessed/validated/whatever needs to be done. Unless Father tells me not to, I intend to go weekly at least until I can receive again the Holy Eucharist.
None of them will be convinced by Scriptural or historical proofs or arguments, at least, not at this stage. The only hope I have of helping lead them to a fuller relationship with Christ, and to clean up the mess I made, is to keep my eyes on the Cross and to strive to become a Saint.