I’ve decided to take a blogging break. Besides being busy, I’ve noticed a tendency to only write when I’m ranting. I also tend to read the rants and then become irritated by people I’ve never met. Such is hardly healthy for my spiritual life. I am therefore taking a break. In the meantime, enjoy take-a-break.exe.
Here are various things that don’t explain why I’m Catholic:
1) My husband. Once people realise I’m a convert, many ask if i converted because of my husband. While I must admit that dating him was the impetus for me examining Catholicism, I did not convert for him. He never asked me to convert and didn’t even know I was considering it. Converting for a person just wouldn’t be worth it, in my opinion.
2) The people. As anywhere, the Church is full of all sorts, since She is a “hospital for sinners” – and I thank God for that. Fellowship with other parishioners has varied from one parish to another, but that’s tue anywhere, too.
3) The music. Ok, I’m being a bit facetious, but music by Haugen certainly didn’t make me run to the Church. Neither did Gregorian chant, for that matter, though I love chant. If I were choosing based solely on aesthetics I might choose high church Anglican. Or maybe I’d go with Byzantine Catholic. I love being Latin Rite Catholic, and I love the Latin, the chant, etc, but aesthetics aren’t enough reason to convert.
4) The food. What can I say, Baptists have great potluck dinners. 😉
5) Family. I do have one aunt who is Catholic, which means I also have 5 cousins, her children, who are Catholic. While I grew up playing with them and was exposed to the Rosary through them, I really didn’t examine their beliefs or consider becoming Catholic because of them. My immediate family was Southern Baptist, so that certainly didn’t contribute to my conversion.
No, the reason I converted has nothing to do with those things and everything to do with the Eucharist. Once I came to realise the truth of that, nothing else mattered. I ran to the Church and I’ve never looked back. To quote St Peter, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have words of eternal life.” (John 6:68).
This week has flown! I finished another square of the monkey blanket and locked the other two squares. Isn’t it amazing how much of a difference blocking makes?!
Then I cut up some old jeans with the intent of making a skirt. My dad was getting rid of the Hawaiian shirt, but I think it’ll make a nice dress for Charlotte.
When I find an author I like, I tend to look for more books by that author. So when we go to the library, I often look for books by James Mayhew. On our most recent visit, I found a book of his that isn’t in the Katie series. Knowing that we like the Katie series, though, I decided to pick it up. It’s a very cute book that turns the standard knight/dragon/princess story on its head. The knight wants to fight a dragon to impress a princess, and sends his squire on numerous frivolous errands so he can get ready. In the meantime, the princess takes matters into her own hands . . . It’s no Zog, but it’s still a nice story.