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Annemariels
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Several years ago I left my neighborhood church (literally six houses away!) and traveled a half an hour every Sunday to take my family to Mass at a Dominican church that was not messing around with our faith. On the way to that church, we passed three other messed up Catholic churches.
I tried hard to stay and pray about the direction our church was going in, but couldn’t take it a second longer when two things happened.
First, a group of our “leaders” decided our Eucharist would be better if it was “made from our own human hands” and proceded to bake loaves of bread every week with who-knows-what-was-in-it to be consecrated. This bread got moldy within a couple of days each week, and once I saw the mold growing all the way through the wicker bowl it was stored in in the tabernacle. And not only that, we would find the Eucharist spat out in drinking fountains and tucked in the hymnals.
The second last-straw was when, during communion, the musicians sang a MICHAEL JACKSON song. I kid you not. It was “man in the mirror”. Those musicians really pushed it every week to begin with, but that was waaaaay over the top.
I decided that I could not afford to raise my kids in that church environment so, without looking back for even a milli-second, we moved on.
Fortunately, we were able to return to our neighborhood church about two years ago. A new priest has turned the church around and for the most part we are back to being Catholic again.
Soooo, my point is that I think sometimes you not only need to walk away from a church, but sometimes it helps to put on your sneakers and run as fast as you can from one. If enough people hit the road running, the diocese will surely notice and do something about it…
Just my opinion…
Anne Marie
I tried hard to stay and pray about the direction our church was going in, but couldn’t take it a second longer when two things happened.
First, a group of our “leaders” decided our Eucharist would be better if it was “made from our own human hands” and proceded to bake loaves of bread every week with who-knows-what-was-in-it to be consecrated. This bread got moldy within a couple of days each week, and once I saw the mold growing all the way through the wicker bowl it was stored in in the tabernacle. And not only that, we would find the Eucharist spat out in drinking fountains and tucked in the hymnals.
The second last-straw was when, during communion, the musicians sang a MICHAEL JACKSON song. I kid you not. It was “man in the mirror”. Those musicians really pushed it every week to begin with, but that was waaaaay over the top.
I decided that I could not afford to raise my kids in that church environment so, without looking back for even a milli-second, we moved on.
Fortunately, we were able to return to our neighborhood church about two years ago. A new priest has turned the church around and for the most part we are back to being Catholic again.
Soooo, my point is that I think sometimes you not only need to walk away from a church, but sometimes it helps to put on your sneakers and run as fast as you can from one. If enough people hit the road running, the diocese will surely notice and do something about it…
Just my opinion…
Anne Marie