I came into communion with the Catholic Church, though imperfectly, at my baptism in December of 1961. I didn’t realize this until began n my official inquiry in the Catholic Church. It was then I had to ask my mum if I had been baptized. “Of course!”, she said. She couldn’t remember the name of the Methodist church where it occurred, but she could remember the name of the Catholic church up the street.
I still wonder what it was like, me looking up into that minister’s face. I’m grateful for what he or she did for me. Even though my parents had me baptized, I wasn’t raised in the Christian faith, thus I suffered most of my life with what I call a ‘holy longing’. I wanted to belong to Christianity, but from the outside looking in, it’s just a mess.
At any rate, I decided to become Catholic about 16 years ago to the day, but as you realize, my OP is more about the Benedictine vow of continued daily conversion than it is about that day 16 years ago.
I’ve ;been muddling along with my faith for the last couple of years. I suppose it was due to the transition going on at my parish with Father F becoming ill and my disconnect with the liturgies of our guest pastor. My new pastor has me fired up again, and as I left mass this morning I had a fond remembrance of the first years as a Catholic at this parish.
Our new pastor really puts that emphasis on who are going to be… today. Once again, this morning I decided to be a Catholic.
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