Not entirely relevant to anything but wanted to share that last night's observation of the IC marks the one year anniversary of my recommitting myself to the Church. I wept openly at the service last year (and have on multiple occasions since at sites and Masses related to Mary) and that was how I knew I was truly ready and not just back…
Not entirely relevant to anything but wanted to share that last night's observation of the IC marks the one year anniversary of my recommitting myself to the Church. I wept openly at the service last year (and have on multiple occasions since at sites and Masses related to Mary) and that was how I knew I was truly ready and not just back on a whim. (note that I do not cry often)
Last night I cried for a different reason: Only 6 of us attended a special evening Mass for those who work during the day. Half of that number was my family.
I thanked Father for doing it even though so few came, even after he made sure everyone knew it was available.
This sense of loss when compared to the Church of my teen years sometimes hits me really, really hard. I wish I knew how to help but I can barely help myself.
Thank you for sharing parts of your journey, Rob. That is disheartening that the mass was so lightly attended. The evening mass I made it to after my shift was attended by more people than I had honestly expected, but still far fewer than an average Sunday.
You helped by being there. I'm sure your priest appreciated your thanks. In a lot of ways, to be Catholic today is to marked by a sense of loss. Haunted by it even. That's something I struggled with as a convert on my own way into the church, and I can't say I really understand what to do in the face of that loss any more than you do.
Not entirely relevant to anything but wanted to share that last night's observation of the IC marks the one year anniversary of my recommitting myself to the Church. I wept openly at the service last year (and have on multiple occasions since at sites and Masses related to Mary) and that was how I knew I was truly ready and not just back on a whim. (note that I do not cry often)
Last night I cried for a different reason: Only 6 of us attended a special evening Mass for those who work during the day. Half of that number was my family.
I thanked Father for doing it even though so few came, even after he made sure everyone knew it was available.
This sense of loss when compared to the Church of my teen years sometimes hits me really, really hard. I wish I knew how to help but I can barely help myself.
Thank you for sharing parts of your journey, Rob. That is disheartening that the mass was so lightly attended. The evening mass I made it to after my shift was attended by more people than I had honestly expected, but still far fewer than an average Sunday.
You helped by being there. I'm sure your priest appreciated your thanks. In a lot of ways, to be Catholic today is to marked by a sense of loss. Haunted by it even. That's something I struggled with as a convert on my own way into the church, and I can't say I really understand what to do in the face of that loss any more than you do.
Very good insights, brother! Thanks for sharing!
"Liked" only to show my solidarity with you in your suffering.🙏🏻