So, Catholicism. Where do I start? I was not raised Catholic. I was not baptized as a baby. I attended a Reformed church in a local neighborhood for a few years as a child. I remember knowing that my mother was raised Catholic, as was my father however, both had fallen away from the church over the years and especially in their adulthood. I had Catholic friends and was always taken by the beauty of their confirmation gowns and was curious about their CCD classes. I will mention that my Catholic friends did not really practice their faith. I actually don’t even recall any of them going to mass.
As a child my sister and I attended church with my mother some Sundays throughout the year. For awhile we attended with a family friend and her children as I believe my mother was trying to provide us with some type of religious foundation. Having said that, we did not talk about faith once we left church. I don’t even think we had a bible at home! I did have a Precious Moments bible story-book (I think that’s in my basement somewhere)! At some point we stopped going to church. My mother had shared concerns with the way members of the church were treating each other, especially how the elders treated the reverend. From what I understand, she could not grasp how people who claimed to be Christian could be so terrible to each other. I think that sealed the deal. We never really talked about religion or faith again and I did not know of any Christians or Catholics who I could share my thoughts with or ask my questions to.
How I got to where I am today is an interesting road. Honestly, I am trying to pick that apart myself and this blog is helping me to do that. Sometime around 2009 I started to look more into Christianity, especially Catholicism. Why? I’m not so sure. I mentioned that I had some kind of curiosity about it as a child and in the Internet era I could finally explore and research everything I wanted to know. It was at that time that my paternal grandmother started to seriously engage with her Catholic church. I would ask her questions and slowly but surely we began to talk about the idea of me attending RCIA. My grandmother had wanted my sister and I baptized for years and I remember recognizing how important it would be for her, if I attended RCIA and ultimately, become a member of the church.
Part 2 coming up next!1