For me, this is a very interesting and timely topic. Here’s my reason: I want my Catholic Church to be Catholic.
OK, who am I? Let’s get the label gun out and settle the score: age 48; 20 years a protestant minister; convert with whole family in 01.2006 primarily because of John 6 ( ha ha, don’t tell me sola scriptura doesn’t work: it lead my daughter and I, independently, to realize we were NOT taking the Word literally enough

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So, I come into the Church and I am looking for the Church I fell in love with in books. Common convert error. We fall in love with the historic Church and we fall into a local parish. After a warm first blush, after the initial Eucharistic euphoria, after finally feeling at home with “them Catolics” and finding among them real people who really love Jesus - and all that is marvelous - after that things begin to look hazy. My adult and teen kids say things like, “Hey dad, isn’t that a protestant chorus from like 1981?” and I tell them to please take their fingers out of their ears because people are looking; after we attend a Mission where a priest pulls the same old same old charismatic pressure tactics to get us to respond to the Holy Spirit (and as former Pentecostals, hey man, we own the rights to “Been there, done that, got the T Shirt”; after watching the way the Mess, err, the Mass is handled with serving laity who seem to know about as much of what’s going on as I do; one begins to feel odd, sad, even a tad down.
Thing is, we love the folks in our parish and I have to say the local priests we’ve known are good and godly men doing the best they can with the old Nervous Ordo. And, while what I am about to say puts me at odds with my traditionalist leanings I am grateful to be able to be involved as a Lector and as an Extraordinary Eucharistic “minister” and as a lay teacher. There are real opportunities for me to serve our local parish and community that I have lost since folding up my ordination papers beside other old and semi precious but no longer that meaningful documents in the shoe box (hear the “but” coming?) but the Mess kills me.
So, having avoided forums as if they were the 11th and forgotten plague I find I am here looking for, um, something. I can’t really blog about because I am known so, yeah, here I am.