Evening at Gert's
I went to a Bible study out of Blessed Sacrament parish tonight. I've been wanting-- as you know--to get involved in something religious, but it's not as easy as it sounds. The Catholics up here are much more hands-off than those down South, and while I'm more than happy not to have to hold anybody's hand during the Our Father or to have to run
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It had been one of my pet peeves when someone like crosstherubicon or oftheeast or even Lucy would tell me how I just couldn't understand some things because I didn't grow up Catholic. You know--I don't feel like a convert. I feel as if I had always been Catholic, even in childhood, but had not known it. It always seems to surprise my students and co-workers to find out that I'm a convert. In fact, an Episcopalian student at my school was amazed at my conversion. He told me that I wasn't at all obnoxious about the faith in the way that he had known converts to be.
Yet, you and I are different from the herd. We were not catechized in the same way. They were told as children the black-and-white of things. Folks don't get into apologetics with a pre-school child. We came to the faith by a series of spiritual and intellectual ascents (as well assents). As dogmatic as Chris was, he was more an inquisitor than a parent.
Ergo, our faith went from nebulous to the concrete--which is the reverse of how theirs developed.
At times, I am afraid that it is going back to the nebulous, indefinite again...but that much ought to be an entry in my own journal.
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