Friday, May 16, 2008

Why I Am Catholic

There are two vivid memories I have in regards to my Catholic upbringing and a third one once I had abandoned Christ’s Church.

The third memory is of a time when I had visited a friend’s family and they were all sitting around in a room discussing various things. I was probably around 23 years old. Two of the family members got into a discussion about religion and it centered on the lack of intelligence one has to have in order to believe in things like the virgin birth of Christ and the Resurrection. One of the men stated how he did not understand how anyone with any scientific knowledge at all could believe any of it. I do not know what made him turn to me as I was just quietly listening, but he asked me if I believed these things. I said that I did. He asked me why. I replied that the Church taught me these things. It was really the only thing that came to my mind. He did not press me any further, but I could tell I must have been one of those whose intelligence was lacking. On the way back to our apartment, I told my friend that I did not know why I had told his family that I believed those things, because I really did not. I have never spoken to my friend about that conversation since, but it was the first time I had publicly denied my faith.

The second memory is of my Confirmation and preparation. I was in eighth grade and around 13 years old. I distinctly remember being lined up with my fellow confirmandi in our white robes with our Holy Spirit dove pins waiting to process in. I also remember earlier that year, during our preparation, a priest warning us how most people leave the Church in their teenage years. Ok, it does not take a genius to notice a trend, but in my case it was prophecy. Almost as soon as I received Confirmation, I stopped attending Mass. You see, I was an ‘adult’ now and could choose what I wanted for myself.

The first memory is when I was about 9 years old and was overwhelmed with the reality of the omniscience of God.1 I had walked into the kitchen to get some cereal or something (so much for vivid) and I decided to step over to the other cabinets instead of the one I had originally been going towards. You see, I had decided I was going to trick God. He thought I was coming in to open the original cabinet and get the cereal. Then I realized that of course God would have known I was going to change my mind, so I changed my path again. This led me to realize that God knew that I was going to do that also. This went on for about thirty seconds or so (I am a little slow), until God’s infinite knowledge of me was made abundantly clear. He had known I was going to do all of this before these little thoughts had even popped in my head. So I went and got the cereal and ate it. It only occurs to me now that my original thought of what God thought I was going to do (open the original cabinet and get the cereal) is what I ended up doing.

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