However, in recent years, I have had to admit to myself that in truth I ought to describe myself as a lapsed Catholic - over the last decennium, I have somehow fallen out of the habit of attending Mass regularly. This has been a gradual process, from practising my faith before and after my conversion (I was baptised in Oct 1994), to Christmas and Easter Only, to the point where I am now, of being "of the faith chiefly in the sense that the church I currently do not attend is Catholic" (thank you, Kingsley Amis!).
There is no barrier to a lapsed Catholic such as myself to seek readmittance to the Church; one need only return to practising the faith (going to Mass or to what used to be called confession -which these days is known as reconciliation- or carry out other practises of Catholicism), but somehow, even once I realised I genuinely missed going to church and even while I recognised that in order to have a relationship with God, one doesn't have to go to church, I couldn't bring myself to take that step. Catholic guilt, perhaps?
But this morning I woke up and knew: I'm going back to church. And what's more, I'm going to tell people and set expectations, so that I can't back out of it next time it rains on Sunday morning. So I walked over to the nearest Catholic church in my neighbourhood, that I supposed must be my parish church (the parish I was confirmed and baptised in is in the town centre and I stopped going regularly when I moved into my current flat); and as luck would have it, even though it was a hive of activity, with lots of people milling about (the craft workshop, the liturgical committee, the secretaries in the office), the priest -who I caught in the middle of his preparations for the weekend's sermons- was all friendliness and more than willing to lend me his ear. Long story short: I have started on my way back to being a practising Catholic again, in the English Speaking International Roman Catholic Parish of The Hague Church of Our Saviour. I didn't know it was an English expat church when I barged in ;-)!
I didn't take any pictures today, but I went for a nice long walk with a friend of mine, and she took the following
which I think is lovely; and which she thinks shows me with 'a characteristic expression' on my face - her words, not mine! All I know is, I need a haircut again!
- Current Mood:
contemplative
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It's hard to get back into regular church attendance, as we've discovered over the past few years. Good on you for getting back into it.
Mmmm. The church is so much older (and spiritually richer) than all the recent problems and painful issues. Glad to hear you're finding your way back. <3
This. It's this antiquity and spiritual riches ("et unam, sanctam, catholicam et apostolicam ecclesiam") that persuaded me to convert in the first place.
I'm so glad, as well, that the priest was so friendly.
I'm so glad, as well, that the priest was so friendly.
Well, it goes with the job really, doesn't it? An unfriendly priest wouldn't have much of a congregation left after a while; not when us Catholics can lapse so easily ;-)
<3
And the photo is lovely!
Which is often difficult to put into words and to explain to people. I count a lesbian couple among my friends, but the other day, after the bishops' condemnation of gay marriage, I was told my refusal to leave the Church in support of their rights made me part of the problem and no longer welcome in their home. The thing is, I hope I can better support their rights by staying...
I think this is important. As one of my English teachers (I attended a church affiliated college) once said, if you take the 'fun' out of 'fundamentals' all you're left with is 'da mentals'! You can certainly make an argument for leaving, but if everyone leaves then nothing will ever change.
If you are uncomfortable with the Church or its stance on some things, you can always try a different religion. Uniting churches in this country (as an example) have female priests and support gay marriage. I know it sounds drastic to say "try a different religion", but if it IS a relationship with God you are looking for and not a relationship with a church, it's something to consider. Also, the Anglican Church (if such a thing exists in the Netherlands) is very much like the Catholic Church, just with some different prayers and less Mary-worship (which is something that made me uncomfy about Catholicism when I was a church-goer). But my point is the ritual and sounds and incense remain, which you might find just as comforting.
No, I can't. When I became a Catholic at the culmination of 16 years of study and serious reflection, I made a commitment to this faith and to this Church, because -although I'm not sure that I believe in God per se- I do believe in the Catholic tradition: this is the church founded by the Apostles, who were Christ's disciples...and I believe in the imitatio Christi as a guide to leading a moral life above all else. That doesn't mean that to me other faiths or denominations are anathema, but they do not offer me what I seek, and have found, in Catholicism.
I am a Catholic, and I can never not be one. I did not choose this faith for "the ritual and sounds and incense" - I would not have been allowed in if I had (contrary to what many people think, the process of converting is not a straightforward one and takes months of discussions, instruction, vetting and ultimately the approval of the bishop); I have a thorough grounding in and understanding of its theology, and the tenets of this faith are in my make-up.
If I struggle with the implications of certain encyclicals, it is up to me to find a way to deal with it within the context of the spirit of my faith; not run away from it or the responsibility to try to change things for the better from within!
The main reason for my suggestion was that so many Catholics have in the past commented to me and in the media on the comfort of the rituals, even if they are not a fan of the Church itself, they go back for the ritual, because it's what they've known their whole life. They were born into it. I didn't twig to your choice and commitment to the religion and I'm deeply sorry if I offended you.
I was just surprised that from my entry you could have deduced that I was unhappy in my choice and ready to move on...when all I meant to say was that I felt bad for not having gone to Mass in a while ;-)
Edited at 2012-03-18 12:54 pm (UTC)
I obviously took a massive leap, I'm glad you aren't going to hold it against me though. :)
As an aside, that Pieta up there on your icon, I saw it in St Peter's back before they put a screen in front of it, and it's one of the most compelling sculptures I've ever seen (not that I'm much of a connoisseur!) - I do not know how Michaelangelo managed to put such sorrow on a stone face, but it is a thing of obvious skill and beauty.
That was actually the same day I saw the Pope (John Paul, not the new one) purely by accident. We entered St Peter's and were just kind of looking around, but as we got further into the building we did try to avoid the service that was clearly going on there. Until a commotion made me have a closer look at it.
Basically, all the people there were pretty much jostling to get closer to *something* (turned out to be PJP) and there was flashes going off and so on. I only had a chance to tell my brother to get his camera out because it was the Pope when he walked by in front of me! (good thing he didn't notice me, I'm such a Philistine I would have had no idea what to do if he'd decided to take an interest in me!) He wasn't well at the time (I seem to remember him having just had bowel surgery or something) and he did not look well either. Afterwards I spoke to an Italian gent who was there - he explained he'd received some medal of honour for some service he'd performed. He was very proud, said it was a prestigious award and a great honour (also to get it from the Pope himself). And then they turned the lights off in the basilica and I realised that all the beautiful light was only there because of the service. (I would later come to the conclusion that it was either too expensive or too damaging or both to light these ancient cathedrals as they are all dark and gloomy unless it's a REALLY sunny day, or there's some sort of service on)
Michelangelo's pieta is my favourite one of all. It's just so eloquent, and gets you...right there ::thumps breastbone::