I have reached the point where I am ready to quit church altogether. I was baptized Lutheran (confirmed too, but probably shouldn't have been), but was born Catholic. Ever since I was small I was drawn toward Catholicism. My sister and I use to watch EWTN, I especially liked the rosary and begged my grandmother who was raised in the church, but left (for personal reasons), to teach me the entire 'Hail Mary'. I still remember what it felt like as those words rolled off my lips, it was surreal, solemn experience, as if I were entering into church, when an evening service was being held, and the candles flickered, impressing on me that I was entering a most holy place. One of my most vivid memories was going up to an upper level of a school with some friends (while our parents were holding an auction downstairs) to see a statue of Mary with the Christ Child. I can't say what I saw was real, or just my imagination (if I remember correctly, the statue was illuminated from below), but her face and eyes shown as if they were real. And I just sat and stared at her with her baby, entranced by the love, peace, and sense of calling I saw in those eyes). Like I said, it may have been an illusion, but the experience has stuck with me, in some sense, in my soul, I can still see those eyes. And have never had a similar experience with any other statue that I can really remember.
But growing up in the Lutheran church I had to struggle against my catholic sensibilities, afraid I would go to hell, if I trusted or prayed to any beside Christ, or if I gave heed to the apparitions (I was told once, that they were possibly delusions from the devil). I stayed away because I was scared. A little over a year ago, my Dad died, which automatically caused my family and I to ahem....believe he could hear us and that we could talk to him, asking him for his help and guidance. He was always there for us, and we couldn't let go of him. We couldn't accept that he was not able to watch over us anymore. Which I know is probably the worst defense of invocation, but that is what seems to have happened. Mom still talks to him, I don't. Been convinced out of it once again, and lately have been afraid too.
Let me back up a little. After Dad died, and it was up to us to decide which church to attend, we started to visit around. One night as I sat on the basement steps ready to pull my hair out (trying to understand things like Mary as Mediatrix ect). I kept feeling prompted, as if a voice were telling me, "Go to the apparitions." Then again, stronger..."Go to the apparitions". Now I had recently read a little of some supposed apparition a few days earlier (I say "supposed" because I'm not sure if it was an approved apparition), but didn't think a whole lot of it, except that what I read was pleasant. After being spooked out of heeding the apparitions when I was smaller (and coming to believe they taught unorthodox theology), they pretty much ceased being a part of my interest in Catholicism. But as Providence...perhaps would have it, I had saved the site where I had found the apparition. I read all night, not only that apparition, but others. I read so many, I can't tell you what came from where, whether a certain phrase was from an approved apparition or not. All that I know, is that by the morning, I felt...."born again"? I don't know how to say it, but everything fell into place. Not only did I understand the Marian dogmas (something that I had been struggling with (for reasons unrelated to Mary), but I loved the new life I was given. I prayed more at that time than I ever have since. I would pray the rosary and couldn't wait to get back to it again. I couldn't immerse myself fast enough into Catholic devotions. I wanted a scapular (like three different kinds), for the simple fact that I loved Mary and Jesus....Jesus...I fell in love with Jesus! Whenever I struggled with something, He seemed to always answer me, not vocally per se, but I could hear Him nonetheless. Then it happened.....
I was introduced to something I never knew about- the distinction between attrition and contrition. It began to affect my prayer life. Whenever I asked God to forgive my sins, I wasn't sure He had forgiven me, because I didn't know if it was attrition asking or contrition. So my focus turned to myself, wondering if I was sorry enough to be forgiven. I had previous to this struggled with the issue of mortal sin. I was always afraid of committing it. The idea of loosing Christ, and/or not having a chance to repent before I died, scared me to death, and finally robbed me of whatever joy and hope I had. My salvation had become about me and what I was doing, would I loose grace...would I go to hell...am I repentant enough. This was a feeling I was all too familiar with. I had it, even while attending Lutheran churches, it's just that Catholicism magnified it, and kinda hammered that final nail into the coffin, of my soul.
And so, I thought, maybe I can be Eastern Orthodox, but that meant giving up my belief in the apparitions. I struggled with that for awhile, but eventually relented. But I couldn't settle there...it just wasn't home. So I moved on, thinking maybe I should go home to Lutheranism. I found real peace in their doctrine of universal justification (ie the belief that God has forgiven the whole world). But the peace they gave me in one hand they took away with the other, by saying that I needed to have faith in this promise of forgiveness, in order to really have it. It doesn't really make alot of sense to me, all I know is that it became about me again, and what I have to do...have faith. I was so tired of my salvation being in part dependent on me. What despair! Then on top of it all, I was told everything from the saints aren't aware of us, to it's idolatry to trust in them...to they're dead....to a simple...we don't know. Trust=Idolatry....I was spooked again. And this morning, the weight of it was so immense that I just broke down crying. My father was taken away from me once, and now he was taken away from me again. I wanted to cry out to him, I wanted him to be here with me. And Mary, have I lost her? I do not have the same relationship with her and Christ that I had before. Was I deceived? I was so happy then, can I trust my feelings ever again? I'm afraid. I'm afraid I was deceived. I am afraid that if I return back to my former practices and beliefs that I will be turning my back on Christ. That if I put my trust in anyone else but Him, I won't be saved. I so want to be saved. I need that assurance. Not so that I can go off and do whatever I want to do, but so that I can pray my rosary in peace and do whatever I do out of love for God, rather than being preoccupied (even in the slightest way) by fear of loosing Him. It is not only for myself that I fear, but for my family and everyone else. And yet I know to fear and worry are themselves sins, and yet how can I not given all of the above.
Well, this is my story. I'm sorry if it's a bit much, I just feel like I need to unload. I am going to go talk to a priest I know, very soon. But if any of you have any words of encouragement to sustain me until that time, you have my eternal gratitude.
God Bless,
Cheryl
PS. I know this is really long....my apologies....move it to wherever. I just wasn't sure where to post this.
