As soon as I was introduced to the Faith in preparation for my first Holy Communion at the age of seven, I was irristible drawn to everything Father taught about Jesus. Nuns taught us children to pray and draw the Rosary and invited anyone in class, who wanted to, to sing in choir. I thoroughly enjoyed the singing. At home, I would sing one song after the other that I had learned in choir. I had set up an āaltarā in my bedroom and made the gestures like the ones I saw the priest do. Heck if I knew at that age that a female can never be a priest.
As a young child, and even now, I love Jesus to bits. He has always responded to my prayers, not always in the ways I like it, but thatās OK - he knows best.
Major changes in family life (lots of travel) during my later teens into my early twenties (work) , I started to neglect my practice of the Faith. Godās way to bring me back to my senses was that I had to listen to a barrage of accusations how bad the Catholic faith is, from family members on my husbandās side, who are staunch Calvinists, (my husband is not), that I could not readily answer. My staying home to raise children also brought me in contact with missionaries of different denominations, knocking on the door inviting me to join their church.
Preparation for the baptism of our oldest child brought me back to church. I could have sworn that angels sang when I finally set foot again in the church that became my parish church.
I always had that steady feeling inside me that all I needed to do was to read one good Catholic book to make me fall in love all over again with our Catholic faith. And that is exactly what happened.
Thank goodness that my older brother was an avid reader. He attended and graduated from St Thomas Aquinas College in Kentucky. He introduced me to many good Catholic books. After his death I inherited his collection of books and with the ones I already have, my library now rivals the Religion section in any public library. (How does it go? So many books, so little time to read them!) I keep learning about the Faith and I might not have all the answers at my fingertip when someone questions my beliefs as a Catholics, I know I can find answers to all of them. Seek and you shall find.
So what was the question? Oh, yes: Why are you Catholic? Looking back on my life the answer is: Because, God wants me to be Catholic.
May Godās Peace be with you all.
Theodora
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