Religion: How to Balance a Multi-Denominational Household.......Kinda - Coffee & InkedI started to write this post on a Sunday; since it’s about religion why not? When people hear someone say, “let me talk to you about Jesus,” my mind immediately goes to a vampire being exposed to the sun. As a matter of fact, I imagine myself being the vampire, and whoever it is I’m talking to about religion, spirituality, Jesus and the like, is setting ME ablaze. I was raised Protestant, in the Methodist church to be exact, so when I met my husband, I didn’t care what denomination he was, I just wanted to date him. He was the perfect gentleman on our first date, religion was the furthest thing from my mind. As our dates went on, our relationship grew closer, and before I knew it, we were engaged. I was so happy to be happy again after a tragic loss (a story for another time) that I wanted to make him as disgustingly happy as I was. I mean let’s face it, when you’re newly engaged, it’s disgusting no matter how you spin it. We talked about how we would raise our kids, which church we would get married in, and which church the kids would be baptized in. We talked about everything. Again, wanting to please the man, I agreed to everything Catholicism. All of a sudden, everything was Catholic this, Catholic that. Mass this and Mass that. It wasn’t but a few weeks into the marriage prep thing, that I started to second guess my decision. However, in the grand scheme of things, it was just going to church, right? Just a long……miserable…..hour. Sometimes an hour and a half. So this started my tailspin into Catholic hell. We were married at the Catholic church in our area, St. Louis. All three of our boys were baptized Catholic. And to top it off, Father Dave asked me point blank if he could streamline the whole converting thing, would I be interested? What do you think I said, stupidly? YES! I tried it for several years. It was 18 months from the time we got engaged until we got married. I went to church with Jay (my husband) almost every Sunday we were engaged. I went to church almost every Sunday the first 8 years we were married. So when I say I tried it, I really did try it. One day it hit me, I hate this church. I felt like I was going to boot camp each and every Sunday. It wasn’t about socializing with people you don’t see each week, it was about going out of obligation. Now, don’t take what I’m saying and assume it applies to every Catholic church. I know from experience there are priests out there that try to make Mass entertaining. I’ve seen it. This church I speak of was especially miserable. I couldn’t handle it. The straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak, was the day they had a guest speaker booked for after Mass. I say that loosely because Mass wasn’t excused until this dipshit said what he wanted to say. Then we were excused! This guy had the balls to stand up in front of everyone, behind the pulpit where only the readers and Priest should stand, and tell the congregation that gay people are not welcome into the Kingdom of Heaven. Now, this could go in so many different directions. What I heard was, “Shelly, your brother is NOT welcome into the Kingdom of Heaven, even if he doesn’t practice homosexuality.” I’m not going to get all preachy, I don’t want any comments regarding what the Bible says, I don’t want any comments about my brother being an abomination. What I am saying is, who the hell does this guy think he is? He wasn’t a priest. He wasn’t a minister. He wasn’t a deacon. He was some Joe Blow that felt he was given permission from Jesus himself to stand up there and preach to us. Like he was handed the holy grail, and felt it was his job to preach it, brother! No, no, I was pissed off because the church allowed this. I was pissed because he doesn’t know my brother. He doesn’t know each and every homosexual. He doesn’t know Jesus Christ himself, so what gave him the authority to speak to the church in that manner? Did he find the burning bush? Or, better yet, maybe he was “burning some bush.” Is that what gave him the authority to preach? Now, before you go and chastise me, hear me out. I go to a church now that is wonderful. The minister preaches from the Bible, which is so refreshing. I get something out of it each and every time I go. I love it. I love the music that’s played, I love the people, I love Pastor Jeff and Pastor Jim. I love the Contemporary music they play each week. I finally get it. It wasn’t the Catholic church so much as it was me not getting fed spiritually. Pastor Jeff preaches from the Bible, and each week I love his sermons. I agree with them. I know homosexualality is a sin. I get it, and I’ve read the part in the Bible where it says homosexuals are an abomination. I don’t want to hear it come from anyone elses mouth besides Jesus himself. So that’s the point in this post. Go where you’re happy! God doesn’t care where you go, as long as you go. How do I balance it in a multi-denominational home? Easy. They go with me every other week and when the boys turn 18, they can decide if they want to be Catholic or Protestant. Even though they’re not 18 yet, I think all three of the boys have made their minds up. My oldest, Clay and my youngest, Ian have made up their minds. I believe they will continue to go to the Catholic church after they turn 18. My middle son, Cory, however, has dug his heels in completely. He makes no apologies to the fact that he HATES being Catholic. So he goes with me regardless. The fact that the other two want to be Catholic doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Really, it doesn’t. I don’t care where they go, as long as they go. That’s the point, isn’t it?
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