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Mincemeat pie.
You’ve heard of “rice Christians?” I’m a mincemeat pie Catholic. When we moved into our new town, DH wanted to get a feel for the real estate market and knocked on the door of the Catholic rectory (who should know more about real estate than the Catholic Church: right?).
We struck up a friendship with the Pastor, who sent us the MOST amazing mincemeat pie from the New York Athletic Club every Christmas. Who could resist? It took 20 years, but we became Catholic.
The rest of the story is history. I was a High Church Episcopalian, already with a life “more” Catholic in form and content than half the Catholics in the pews these days, and the undeniable chain of continuity back to the Upper Room eventually wore me down.
A fuller version of my story (without the mincemeat pie) is on the Journey Home broadcase page on the EWTN’s web site. Not that anybody cares.
You’ve heard of “rice Christians?” I’m a mincemeat pie Catholic. When we moved into our new town, DH wanted to get a feel for the real estate market and knocked on the door of the Catholic rectory (who should know more about real estate than the Catholic Church: right?).
We struck up a friendship with the Pastor, who sent us the MOST amazing mincemeat pie from the New York Athletic Club every Christmas. Who could resist? It took 20 years, but we became Catholic.
The rest of the story is history. I was a High Church Episcopalian, already with a life “more” Catholic in form and content than half the Catholics in the pews these days, and the undeniable chain of continuity back to the Upper Room eventually wore me down.
A fuller version of my story (without the mincemeat pie) is on the Journey Home broadcase page on the EWTN’s web site. Not that anybody cares.