M
montanaman
Guest
Quick background: Lifelong Catholic, fell away in college years, came back in fits and starts, recently got all my cards in order, and now am a practicing non-cafeteria Catholic.
I think I came back to the Church so many times because I guess, sick as this sounds, I became addicted to being the prodigal son. It feels so good to be forgiven, to “feel” all those good graces, and to feel the presence of God. But, after a while, it just gets, well, “boring.”
I’ve actually accomplished a personal record of sorts. I don’t think I’ve ever walked the straight-and-narrow so faithfully for so long before. But, while I enjoy the “challenge” of day-to-day battles–whether they’re for chastity, for forgiveness for slights by others, etc.–I feel like I’m doing it alone. In my mind, Christ has worked me over, got me standing up on my own two feet, and has moved on to “help” others. I don’t need the “spiritual bon-bons,” as one friend called it once, but I don’t feel much of anything, either. I can sense SOMEthing, but it seems like I’ve just signed up with a particularly boring newsletter.
I know, I know. There are a lot of “feels” and “seems” and “senses” in this post. I’ve been an amateur intellectual long enough to know that maturity doesn’t rest on the transient emotions of the moment. But still, I’d like to get something out of it every now and then. Since my “reversion” my friends are starting to get edgy around me, which I expected, but if I weigh the two things–a “normal” life with a circle of friends, or the good Catholic life, alone, with no particular guarantees, it gets tough.
Does anyone know what I’m talking about?
(Lol. And I also know, “pray.” Gotcha. It’s been working, but I still see a long life of rut ahead of me. Thank God for Theology on Tap, where at least I can hang out with Catholics for a couple of hours before returning to my dark house full of doubts.)
I think I came back to the Church so many times because I guess, sick as this sounds, I became addicted to being the prodigal son. It feels so good to be forgiven, to “feel” all those good graces, and to feel the presence of God. But, after a while, it just gets, well, “boring.”
I’ve actually accomplished a personal record of sorts. I don’t think I’ve ever walked the straight-and-narrow so faithfully for so long before. But, while I enjoy the “challenge” of day-to-day battles–whether they’re for chastity, for forgiveness for slights by others, etc.–I feel like I’m doing it alone. In my mind, Christ has worked me over, got me standing up on my own two feet, and has moved on to “help” others. I don’t need the “spiritual bon-bons,” as one friend called it once, but I don’t feel much of anything, either. I can sense SOMEthing, but it seems like I’ve just signed up with a particularly boring newsletter.
I know, I know. There are a lot of “feels” and “seems” and “senses” in this post. I’ve been an amateur intellectual long enough to know that maturity doesn’t rest on the transient emotions of the moment. But still, I’d like to get something out of it every now and then. Since my “reversion” my friends are starting to get edgy around me, which I expected, but if I weigh the two things–a “normal” life with a circle of friends, or the good Catholic life, alone, with no particular guarantees, it gets tough.
Does anyone know what I’m talking about?
(Lol. And I also know, “pray.” Gotcha. It’s been working, but I still see a long life of rut ahead of me. Thank God for Theology on Tap, where at least I can hang out with Catholics for a couple of hours before returning to my dark house full of doubts.)