Catholic Again for the Very First Time
Over the weekend I did something I have not done since good Friday… I went to mass. My faith guides the decisions I make in life but I haven’t been a weekly service kind of guy since I escaped from the Nuns graduated eight grade.
Matter of fact for the last decade I have pretty much only gone to church on Easter and Christmas. It has been tough to hang on to my faith with the revelations and scandals that have rocked the Catholic Church in recent years. My faith has really suffered.
As a child the fear of Nuns armed with yard sticks God kept me in line and out of trouble more than anything. I think how different my life would have been without the Catholic Church and the Catholic schools I attended. Without the positive impact of the staff at St. James School and later St. Joseph High School I wonder what my formative years in turbulent Maywood would have made me.
I look at today’s street violence with great concern for my son. The world he is growing up in is even more turbulent and uncertain than what it was for me thirty years ago. The need to guide him through the pitfalls he faces has sparked a rejuvenated spirit in me and a return to my Catholic roots. I hope that participation in the church will make me a better father, a better mentor and a better person for my son to learn from. I hope that building a fellowship with Christ will be the same steadying factor in his life that it was in mine in his youth and beyond.
I have been asked how I can trust the Catholic Church with my son in light of the Priest scandal. Well either I am naïve or I am correct in thinking that these were isolated incidents. All fall short of the glory of God and a small percentage of men who betrayed the trust of others should not be allowed to destroy my faith in the church and hinder mine or my son’s walk with God.
Although he is nine years old we attended mass for the very first time last Sunday. The 9:30 mass was a good one at Holy Name Cathedral. Thank you to Fr. Dan Mayall. The message was a very relevant one to me and I am glad we attended… even if it has been years since I have gone to confession and could not receive communion. I guess I’ll have to take care of that for next time.







