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Paul_Brennan
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I have been trying to return to the Catholic Church for about the past six months and have run into a unexpected hurdle that I am trying to work out and would appreciate any feedback or criticism anyone would like to share.
My story is as follows.
I am fifty seven years old and have been married for thirty five years. My wife is not catholic and our wedding was a justice of the peace type of wedding.
I stopped attending church shortly after I was confirmed. I guess I was about fourteen at that time .With the exception of funerals and weddings, it wouldn’t be until about seven years ago that I would step foot in a church again. The void of not having that kind of relationship with the lord was ever present and had to be answered. This is when the quest to find a church would start. We would bounce around between three or four nondenominational churches for about four years, but it would always seem that something was not right for us. The continued disappointment would lead us to not attending church at all once again.
Late last summer I got curious about my catholic back ground and wondered what it would be like to attend a catholic mass after many years of being absent from Catholicism. One of the things that got my curiosity going was that I had taken notice to my wife and her recent interest in the EWTN television channel.
One day I announced to my wife that I wanted to attend a catholic mass at this particular church in town. Not being catholic , she was somewhat reluctant about the idea because she felt like she would be judged by people for not being in full understanding of the ways of the church, but she didn’t want me to attend by myself so she agreed to go.
For me it brought back many memories of my child hood years attending church with my parents and brothers and sister. It was a warm and comforting feeling. It was easy to let the Holy Spirit take hold and start working in my life once again.
As for my wife, the lord would touch her heart in a different way than she had experienced before. She definitely embraced the catholic way of worship whole heartedly.
We started attending mass weekly and it wasn’t long before we started having conversations about calling the parish office to see if we could meet with the priest that was leading the parish. My wife had heard about the RCIA program and wanted to ask some questions about the subject. I had questions of my own about where I stood in the eyes of the church after having been away for such a long time.
The priest agreed to meet with us and was very fourth coming with information to help us. My wife could start the RCIA program in the fall. I would have to start collecting documents, such as, baptism record, first communion and conformation documents. This was a fairly easy task giving the fact that the Catholic Church keeps such excellent records. After the documents were collected we met again with the priest and were told our next step would be to consecrate our marriage with the church with a short ceremony in the church at the altar. All good stuff, right? Here it comes. This is where I was told that before the ceremony would take place I would have to go to confession so I could start receiving the blessed sacrament of Holy Communion. Make no mistake about it. I whole hardly understand the importance of the sacrament of Holy Communion as this is the fundamental law of the church.
The thing here that I am having a problem with is the fact that things seem to be moving very fast and a date for the consecration of the marriage has been set, which is partly my fault I know.
Let’s talk about being led by the Holy Spirit and taking time to form a conscience. I mean I am Fifty seven years old and haven’t been to confession since I was fourteen years of age. This is practically my whole life to this point we are talking about here. Believe me, when I tell you, I haven’t exactly been a school boy, especially in my younger years. There’s some pretty ugly stuff to consider. The looming dead line has put me in a state of mind where I feel like my confession is being driven by a dead line instead of being led by the Holy Spirit. This has become a bit of a point of contention between my wife and I.
Am I wrong to feel this way?
My story is as follows.
I am fifty seven years old and have been married for thirty five years. My wife is not catholic and our wedding was a justice of the peace type of wedding.
I stopped attending church shortly after I was confirmed. I guess I was about fourteen at that time .With the exception of funerals and weddings, it wouldn’t be until about seven years ago that I would step foot in a church again. The void of not having that kind of relationship with the lord was ever present and had to be answered. This is when the quest to find a church would start. We would bounce around between three or four nondenominational churches for about four years, but it would always seem that something was not right for us. The continued disappointment would lead us to not attending church at all once again.
Late last summer I got curious about my catholic back ground and wondered what it would be like to attend a catholic mass after many years of being absent from Catholicism. One of the things that got my curiosity going was that I had taken notice to my wife and her recent interest in the EWTN television channel.
One day I announced to my wife that I wanted to attend a catholic mass at this particular church in town. Not being catholic , she was somewhat reluctant about the idea because she felt like she would be judged by people for not being in full understanding of the ways of the church, but she didn’t want me to attend by myself so she agreed to go.
For me it brought back many memories of my child hood years attending church with my parents and brothers and sister. It was a warm and comforting feeling. It was easy to let the Holy Spirit take hold and start working in my life once again.
As for my wife, the lord would touch her heart in a different way than she had experienced before. She definitely embraced the catholic way of worship whole heartedly.
We started attending mass weekly and it wasn’t long before we started having conversations about calling the parish office to see if we could meet with the priest that was leading the parish. My wife had heard about the RCIA program and wanted to ask some questions about the subject. I had questions of my own about where I stood in the eyes of the church after having been away for such a long time.
The priest agreed to meet with us and was very fourth coming with information to help us. My wife could start the RCIA program in the fall. I would have to start collecting documents, such as, baptism record, first communion and conformation documents. This was a fairly easy task giving the fact that the Catholic Church keeps such excellent records. After the documents were collected we met again with the priest and were told our next step would be to consecrate our marriage with the church with a short ceremony in the church at the altar. All good stuff, right? Here it comes. This is where I was told that before the ceremony would take place I would have to go to confession so I could start receiving the blessed sacrament of Holy Communion. Make no mistake about it. I whole hardly understand the importance of the sacrament of Holy Communion as this is the fundamental law of the church.
The thing here that I am having a problem with is the fact that things seem to be moving very fast and a date for the consecration of the marriage has been set, which is partly my fault I know.
Let’s talk about being led by the Holy Spirit and taking time to form a conscience. I mean I am Fifty seven years old and haven’t been to confession since I was fourteen years of age. This is practically my whole life to this point we are talking about here. Believe me, when I tell you, I haven’t exactly been a school boy, especially in my younger years. There’s some pretty ugly stuff to consider. The looming dead line has put me in a state of mind where I feel like my confession is being driven by a dead line instead of being led by the Holy Spirit. This has become a bit of a point of contention between my wife and I.
Am I wrong to feel this way?