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St.Curious
Guest
I wanted to share this with all of you.
My mother was raised Baptist and my father, Lutheran. My dad has always had real problems with the RC Church, though he never exactly knew what, just didn’t like them. My mom has never cared one way or another, but was always deeply influenced by her born again mother (my grandmother) who calls the RC Church “a circus magic show.”
Okay, done with the background story.
This past week my mom showed interest in “going to church at the Catholic church”. I was excited, as she knows I’m about to start RCIA and have been going there now and then. Still, I wasn’t holding my breath as she tends to cancel such plans. Later in the week she also told me my father was going to go, something I had a hard time believing. He had vowed to me to never step foot in one, let alone go for Mass, again for no real reason that he had revealed (my dad is one to pass judgement and be prejudice).
Late saturday night…
My mom broke her toe two weeks ago and had been wearing sandles every since because they didn’t smash her toes together. On saturday she started complaining about her toe again, saying that she “might not be able to go to church” because her dress shoes would hurt her too much. I wasn’t surprised but I hoped she would still go because I wanted her to more than ever. My father claimed he would if my mom went.
I knew I was the only one going.
The next morning I woke up and headed for the shower, and what did I hear? The shower was on in my parent’s room. I went to see what was going on and what do you know? My mom is in the shower and my dad was ironing clothes. They were coming with me to Mass.
Thirty minutes before we are to leave, my Mom looks over to me and says "I can’t go Bryan, my foot is killing me. Thirty minutes! I said “fine, no big deal, always another sunday, I’ll go anyway.” She knew I wanted her to go badly. My dad was ironing his shirt. She finally said she would go. I left their room and got dressed. I sat in my room after dressing and prayed for fifteen minutes, asking God to “give them every opportunity to enjoy and understand,” and to “fill them with the Holy Spirit” and for “Christ to fill their hearts with his love.” I also asked the Holy Mother to pray for me. I was almost in tears over it, the last thing I wanted to happen was for them to see a “magic show.”
“Bryan,” she said from the other room, and I was thinking “oh no.” I went in there and she looked up at me, “we don’t have to do this thing do we?” she said, making a odd-shaped sign of the cross over herself. “No” I said, all you have to do is sit and listen if you want. She agreed and we went.
Mass from 11am - 12:15pm.
They liked it, they really did. My father decided “it’s not so different from Lutheran” and my mom declared, “it’s nothing like what my mother said it was, nothing at all.” I was so happy. I was filled with happiness like a cup filled to the brim and spilling over! I told everyone! My dad even told my mom later on that he liked it. They are planning on going back with me this weekend and bringing my sister!
I have thanked God so many times. I know he had a hand to play in all of this. My mom is even talking about joining RCIA with me, as well as, my sister! I don’t want to get my hopes up, but if nothing else, I love that they don’t reject what I’m doing anymore. It means so much to me.
My mother was raised Baptist and my father, Lutheran. My dad has always had real problems with the RC Church, though he never exactly knew what, just didn’t like them. My mom has never cared one way or another, but was always deeply influenced by her born again mother (my grandmother) who calls the RC Church “a circus magic show.”
Okay, done with the background story.
This past week my mom showed interest in “going to church at the Catholic church”. I was excited, as she knows I’m about to start RCIA and have been going there now and then. Still, I wasn’t holding my breath as she tends to cancel such plans. Later in the week she also told me my father was going to go, something I had a hard time believing. He had vowed to me to never step foot in one, let alone go for Mass, again for no real reason that he had revealed (my dad is one to pass judgement and be prejudice).
Late saturday night…
My mom broke her toe two weeks ago and had been wearing sandles every since because they didn’t smash her toes together. On saturday she started complaining about her toe again, saying that she “might not be able to go to church” because her dress shoes would hurt her too much. I wasn’t surprised but I hoped she would still go because I wanted her to more than ever. My father claimed he would if my mom went.
I knew I was the only one going.
The next morning I woke up and headed for the shower, and what did I hear? The shower was on in my parent’s room. I went to see what was going on and what do you know? My mom is in the shower and my dad was ironing clothes. They were coming with me to Mass.
Thirty minutes before we are to leave, my Mom looks over to me and says "I can’t go Bryan, my foot is killing me. Thirty minutes! I said “fine, no big deal, always another sunday, I’ll go anyway.” She knew I wanted her to go badly. My dad was ironing his shirt. She finally said she would go. I left their room and got dressed. I sat in my room after dressing and prayed for fifteen minutes, asking God to “give them every opportunity to enjoy and understand,” and to “fill them with the Holy Spirit” and for “Christ to fill their hearts with his love.” I also asked the Holy Mother to pray for me. I was almost in tears over it, the last thing I wanted to happen was for them to see a “magic show.”
“Bryan,” she said from the other room, and I was thinking “oh no.” I went in there and she looked up at me, “we don’t have to do this thing do we?” she said, making a odd-shaped sign of the cross over herself. “No” I said, all you have to do is sit and listen if you want. She agreed and we went.
Mass from 11am - 12:15pm.
They liked it, they really did. My father decided “it’s not so different from Lutheran” and my mom declared, “it’s nothing like what my mother said it was, nothing at all.” I was so happy. I was filled with happiness like a cup filled to the brim and spilling over! I told everyone! My dad even told my mom later on that he liked it. They are planning on going back with me this weekend and bringing my sister!
I have thanked God so many times. I know he had a hand to play in all of this. My mom is even talking about joining RCIA with me, as well as, my sister! I don’t want to get my hopes up, but if nothing else, I love that they don’t reject what I’m doing anymore. It means so much to me.
