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Marilena
Guest
I was baptized a Catholic in 1966. I went to church with my mom
for some parts of my life. I only went sporadically throughout my
teenage years. Then, in 1987, I married a man (not JW) and we
were happy for about 2 years. I knew his parents were JW’s
when we met. I was not interested in the religion at that time.
In 1989, we moved to a small town in southern BC. His parents
were not critical of my Catholicism at that time, as they did not
know my family were Catholics. They found out about a year or
so later. They ridiculed us, and made fun of what they thought
was our heritage. My ex jokingly called my mother an indian,
even though she is not. The father and brother of this ex picked up on his bad joke and started making fun of my mother. ( not
constantly ) and it hurt pretty badly to say the least. I thought
to myself, " why not become one of them and maybe the
ridiculing will stop? ( that joke was on me ) So, in 1996 after
over a year of studying with them, i became a witness. It
wasn’t truly in my heart. But, I became one because I
thought it would make peace between me, and his parents
and brother. ( yeah right ) All the while, I was still celebrating Christmas once in a while, and still celebrating birthdays, mothers day ext. I even got my mom a really nice Rosary
once! I had snuck over to the Catholic church one day and
asked the priest for one ) When I got it home, my ex mother
in law came over, and she seen the Rosary on the counter,
and she left faster than you could blink. I was always a
Catholic in my heart and soul. What drew me back was my beloved mother. After the separation, I stayed with her for a
few months, and her example she set for me drew me back gradually.It was last year that I fully returned to the church.
I felt like it was coming home! My mom is a Traditional
Catholic, and her absolute devotion and faith set an example
for me to follow. I told her a few years after I left the JW’s that she was right all along! I never should have got involved with them, and it was a very painful experience to say the least.
I told mom how much her faith meant to me! i want to know
if anyone has had a similar experience about returning to the church if they’d like to share it. There may be that someone
out there might be in a similar situation, and needs help.
I would be most happy to help anyone who needs it, or just
wants to talk about their experience. If you want to share your experience, please do so! God bless every single person out there who has returned home! Welcome back!
your faithful sister,
Marilena
for some parts of my life. I only went sporadically throughout my
teenage years. Then, in 1987, I married a man (not JW) and we
were happy for about 2 years. I knew his parents were JW’s
when we met. I was not interested in the religion at that time.
In 1989, we moved to a small town in southern BC. His parents
were not critical of my Catholicism at that time, as they did not
know my family were Catholics. They found out about a year or
so later. They ridiculed us, and made fun of what they thought
was our heritage. My ex jokingly called my mother an indian,
even though she is not. The father and brother of this ex picked up on his bad joke and started making fun of my mother. ( not
constantly ) and it hurt pretty badly to say the least. I thought
to myself, " why not become one of them and maybe the
ridiculing will stop? ( that joke was on me ) So, in 1996 after
over a year of studying with them, i became a witness. It
wasn’t truly in my heart. But, I became one because I
thought it would make peace between me, and his parents
and brother. ( yeah right ) All the while, I was still celebrating Christmas once in a while, and still celebrating birthdays, mothers day ext. I even got my mom a really nice Rosary
once! I had snuck over to the Catholic church one day and
asked the priest for one ) When I got it home, my ex mother
in law came over, and she seen the Rosary on the counter,
and she left faster than you could blink. I was always a
Catholic in my heart and soul. What drew me back was my beloved mother. After the separation, I stayed with her for a
few months, and her example she set for me drew me back gradually.It was last year that I fully returned to the church.
I felt like it was coming home! My mom is a Traditional
Catholic, and her absolute devotion and faith set an example
for me to follow. I told her a few years after I left the JW’s that she was right all along! I never should have got involved with them, and it was a very painful experience to say the least.
I told mom how much her faith meant to me! i want to know
if anyone has had a similar experience about returning to the church if they’d like to share it. There may be that someone
out there might be in a similar situation, and needs help.
I would be most happy to help anyone who needs it, or just
wants to talk about their experience. If you want to share your experience, please do so! God bless every single person out there who has returned home! Welcome back!
your faithful sister,
Marilena