Here’s my story, as well as a question at the end:
I was raised nothing particular, my father is atheist, my mother Church of the Nazarene (middle-of-the-road fundamentalist, basically). My father was pretty strident, so my mother didn’t try to teach me much of anything, and she’d drifted herself. My first brush with any particular religion was helping a friend do her catechism homework in second grade. It made me ask my great-grandmother (the only religious person I knew) for a Bible, which made my dad yell a lot and threaten to take it away, but he let me keep it after I told him he was ‘acting like those book-burner people.’
I eventually starting going to a Protestant church (Nazarene) with my great-grandmother when I was 15, but I knew I wanted to be Catholic. However, my grandmother was convinced Catholicism was a cult, and I didn’t want to upset her, so I kept going as I was. The church didn’t make me happy, so I left.
I was Wiccan for a while, the rituals were pretty, but I just felt stupid, and a lot of people were living in ways that made me not want to be around them (polygamy is apparently not my thing). I tried Scientology for a few months, but I just couldn’t believe what they were telling me, and 15 years and two address changes later I still can’t get off their mailing list.
I was Buddhist for a while, still not working. I went back to the Protestant church I started with, still wrong. I tried a more liberal one, the music was nice, but they told me stuff the Bible says doesn’t work that way. I tried a more conservative one, it was in a gym somewhere and they never had Communion, and it didn’t matter anyway, because I can go buy a loaf of bread at the bakery and hand it out.
I tried a friend’s church, and it was nice, because it was an older one that was actually pretty and had some ritual to it, but my daughter’s best friend ended up being a kid with two moms, and I had no idea how to explain that, or why the church had married them.
So I was flipping through the yellow pages trying to find another church to try again. I want my daughter raised in church like I wasn’t, so she doesn’t have to spend her adulthood searching for He who was there all along. And I’m trying to figure out what all the denominations mean, and suddenly I think, why do you never try a Catholic Church? Grandma’s been gone for 20 years, and even so, she can’t run the life of a 39-year-old woman.
So I checked the diocese website, found my home parish, and went to Mass the next Sunday. And we are home.
So here’s the question - what am I? Are you only Catholic after Easter Vigil? Because of when we started going, I’m starting RCIA in the fall, and won’t make First Communion until 2010. Or can you be a practicing Catholic prior to that?
I’ve answered that question ‘Christian’ in previous incarnations of my life. But most people assume Protestant when you say that, and I don’t want them to do that anymore.