Hello April
I want you to know that I think you ar great!
My story starts out like this. I was started off as a baby Catholic…Then when I was a little older then you I left the church and started attending going to a non-denominational. Like you my love for God was so abundant. I met many wonderful Christians while there. I didn’t leave my Catholic Faith because I was mad at the church, but rather, because I was young. "Why go here when I can go to a church where they play Rock and Roll. Where they let you eat donuts during the service. Where they have big screen monitors (I was really into materalism back then).
Three years later I go off to College. I got hired at Super Kmart to make a few extra bucks. It was one night at work that I got called up to the service desk, when I saw this beautiful girl working as cashier. She smiled at me and I about dropped. Throughout that night I made up reasons to go up to the service desk. I was like "Oh, you said grocery department. I thought you said lawn and garden department

I couldn’t talk to her though. “This girl is way too good for me.” This went on for about a week. I found out that the other kid who also worked in lawn and garden lived next door to her. I know a little childish, but… I had him ask her out for me. How smooth is that. And the best part was that she was a Christian. She attended a Brethern Church. So I agreed to attend her youth group on wednesday nights. Again I met a lot of wonderful peers. Funny thing is I had met some of these kide before. Now this is nat a small town. I later realized that God had a plan for me weather I went along with it or not. And I did take a few detours, but in the end He guided me and continues to guide me where He wants me to be. There were several chances for me to meet Shanon, but at the time I didn’t recognize them. All I know is that Christ never gave up on me.
Ok; while at these little youth groups though something bothered me. One of the youth pastors started a particular night off with a Catholic joke. Now even though I had left my Catholic Faith all together, this really bothered me deeply. It later hit me that I wasn’t going to this Church for God… I was just going there because Shanon was just so darn cute.
I got a call from a High School instructor (I was kind of the teachers pet) called me up with a job opportunity as a Graphic Designer. I was very excited, but this would mean that I would have to leave Shanon and move back home which was about 1 and a half hours away (here in Ohio we measure distence in time

.) The good thing was that I had off the weekends so Friday after work I would head up north. I had a good friend from college who graciously let me stay at his parents house (with their permission of course). I started my new job one day befor September 11th took place. When we found out what had happened my boss asked anyone who would like to hava prayer they are welcome to join in outside in the parking lot. “Wow. this is so cool” I thought to myself (Not what had happended earlier that day). But rather "look at all these Christians, some whom I never would have known were Christions. At the end of the mini prayrer service I made the “sign of the cross”. That is one thing I never stopped doing when I left the Catholic Church. What a great way to wittness. Not in a “in your face kind of way”, but If I’m praying in a resturaunt silently befor I eat my #2 plain with baccon and mustard. People will see me making the sign of the cross. Kind of like the Jesus fish on the back of a car. Now the sign of the cross is more than just a sign to me. It has a much deeper meaning to me. Anyway I come to find out that the majority of the women I work with are Bretheron. Now please don’t get me wrong, I’m not intentionally picking on The Bretheron. But in my entire life I had never had a problem with persons from any other denomination. I am not one who basis an entire group based on the actions of a select few from the group. Like I said I met many great people at Shanon’s Church. I was still going to Church with Shanon on the weekends. The women at work surounded me. I was bit nervous. Just then they start firing off questions. One after another. "Why do you worship Mary? Why do you baptise babies?.. They wouldn’t even let me get a word in. Any time I started to say something they would abruptly say “Well, that’s not in my Bible!” I was trying to explain to them that I had left the Catholic Church about four year prior. These questions began to echoe in my head. So prayed. “Lord help me to forgive these ladies. Oh Holy Spirit, I do not know what you have planned for me, but I trust You, Lord.” Later that week while eating lunch in my car I turned on radio. To my surprise there was a show called Catholic Answers. I began to realize that I really didn’t know the Faith that I left. I started to really study what the Catholic Church teaches. To be continued…