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I went to my grandson’s Christmas play last night. I am Catholic, and my daughter passed away six years ago, and her children stayed with their daddy. He has remarried and he and his new wife decided that the Catholic church was not for them so therefore, they left and joined a Christian church. It’s probably Baptist based. That’s fine, although I’m disappointed that my grandchildren are not of my own church, but I’m so grateful they are being raised in the faith and being taught Jesus is the center of their lives.
When I arrived at their church some ladies invited me to sit at a table in their vestibule as we waited for the play to start. We had about an hour wait. They didn’t include me much in the conversation, but I understood that since they didn’t know me. I quietly sat as they conversed and one asked the other how was a wedding she had recently gone to and was it a Catholic wedding? I guess this other girl must have had Catholic relatives. The girl answered, “Lord no. Thank God. They were saved.” That was insult number one.
Insult number two came when the woman made another comment saying “Don’t mention that word around here, you know it’s not appreciated.” A real bona fide Catholic bashing and they, not knowing that I was Catholic, sitting there with tears welling in my eyes from the deep pain they caused me. This brought such a deep insight about how minorities feel when they are persecuted and ostracized just because of their color, their race, or any other person who might not quite fit into the mold. I believe this was a true sign from God for me as a lesson to be learned. How the other person feels.
I can only say I was so wounded and so distraught from feeling their hatred, and believe me, it was hatred. Out and out disgust on their part from the faces they made and the smirks. I told them then that I was Catholic and they didn’t even flinch except that they only ignored me more. It was awful.
I only want to say to all my other Christian brothers and sisters, who might in the past have said things about Catholics, “please don’t.” We are Christian people, we love the Lord, we obey His commands, we follow two thousand years of apostolic teachings, nor have I ever heard a fellow Catholic bash a Protestant, or speak against them. This was a lesson to me from the Lord and I pray to let it be a lesson to you as well. The wound is deep within me, that’s how badly it hurt my heart. I never knew we were that hated. It’s a terrible thing to feel.
May God bless you all and I pray for all Christian people in spite of the church they attend or their personal walk with Jesus, as well as all my non-Christian brothers and sisters, please refrain from saying things that one day you may have to account for when you are standing before the Lord’s throne.
Catholics are not evil, we are not the whore of babylon, we have a loving holy Pope who sits in the chair of St. Peter from a long line of popes before him, and we are taught through the apostolic church which is two thousand years old. I hope you all understand this. Thank you all for reading my statement of faith and of pain inflicted on me.
When I arrived at their church some ladies invited me to sit at a table in their vestibule as we waited for the play to start. We had about an hour wait. They didn’t include me much in the conversation, but I understood that since they didn’t know me. I quietly sat as they conversed and one asked the other how was a wedding she had recently gone to and was it a Catholic wedding? I guess this other girl must have had Catholic relatives. The girl answered, “Lord no. Thank God. They were saved.” That was insult number one.
Insult number two came when the woman made another comment saying “Don’t mention that word around here, you know it’s not appreciated.” A real bona fide Catholic bashing and they, not knowing that I was Catholic, sitting there with tears welling in my eyes from the deep pain they caused me. This brought such a deep insight about how minorities feel when they are persecuted and ostracized just because of their color, their race, or any other person who might not quite fit into the mold. I believe this was a true sign from God for me as a lesson to be learned. How the other person feels.
I can only say I was so wounded and so distraught from feeling their hatred, and believe me, it was hatred. Out and out disgust on their part from the faces they made and the smirks. I told them then that I was Catholic and they didn’t even flinch except that they only ignored me more. It was awful.
I only want to say to all my other Christian brothers and sisters, who might in the past have said things about Catholics, “please don’t.” We are Christian people, we love the Lord, we obey His commands, we follow two thousand years of apostolic teachings, nor have I ever heard a fellow Catholic bash a Protestant, or speak against them. This was a lesson to me from the Lord and I pray to let it be a lesson to you as well. The wound is deep within me, that’s how badly it hurt my heart. I never knew we were that hated. It’s a terrible thing to feel.
May God bless you all and I pray for all Christian people in spite of the church they attend or their personal walk with Jesus, as well as all my non-Christian brothers and sisters, please refrain from saying things that one day you may have to account for when you are standing before the Lord’s throne.
Catholics are not evil, we are not the whore of babylon, we have a loving holy Pope who sits in the chair of St. Peter from a long line of popes before him, and we are taught through the apostolic church which is two thousand years old. I hope you all understand this. Thank you all for reading my statement of faith and of pain inflicted on me.
Misconceptions are looming everywhere about us… although I am not sure what kind of gratification they get from judging… doesn’t the bible say “You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye” ? Heh heh.
What works for me (with any bad behavior directed at myself) is to realize that something in the persons’ past may be contributing to the way they act now. Although that doesn’t necessarily excuse the hurt they cause, and you may not find out the reasons for it, it helps to be empathetic–this takes the sting out of the hurt as I end up feeling completely sorry for the person!
