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I Am An Awkward Human

"The time is sure to come when people will not accept sound teaching, but their ears will be itching for anything new, and they will collect themselves a whole series of teachers according to their own tastes; and then they will shut their ears to the truth and will turn to myths."  -2 Timothy 4: 3-4   I am an awkward human, with limited social skills.  I spend a large amount of time worrying if I say or do the right things when around others.  I never want to hurt anyone or make them feel uncomfortable, nor do I want to offend anyone.  Also, there is fear that I will make a fool of myself, that humiliation will be easily won by my awkwardness.  Dep...

Just Breathe Laurie

As I walked into the classroom where the RCIA class was held, I reminded myself to breathe.  Considering the state, I had worked myself into, just coming up the stairs, I was preparing for another onslaught from my awkwardness. Oddly, for me anyway, as I walked into this room, I was at ease.  I felt at peace.  I felt safe.  There was a Priest sitting at the front of the classroom and a lady sitting behind a desk.  The priest put his mask on and walked over to greet me.  I walked up and noticed that this was the same Priest who led the Midnight Mass.  The lady at the desk, was one of the people I recognized from that Mass too.   We all exchanged greetin...

Four Flights Up

  After about a week of searching through all kinds of Catholic information online, I finally started looking into how adults become catholic.  Most of what I knew about becoming Catholic is that most people were simply born into it, like my husband and his ginormous family.  Surely, there was a way for heathens like me who weren't even baptized to do it.  I went looking at the website for the Cathedral where we had gone to that Midnight Mass.  It didn't take me long to find out how to become catholic as an adult.  I learned of the adult process of coming into the church.  It was known as, the Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults, or RCIA for short. ...

Christmas Day and What Now?

”…in what I have done and in what I have failed to do…” -The Confiteor "YOU are?"   This was my eighteen year old sons response to me saying I was becoming Christian.  As we sat around the table on this Christmas Day, eating our Christmas Dinner, I had cautiously declared that I was changing everything my family had always known about me.     While I had not specifically raised my children as little witches or pagans, I did raise them to have 'open minds' and be tolerant of all religions.  *Or at least, I thought I had. (As I write about my conversion, I have a feeling you are going to be seeing a lot of those, 'I thought I had' statemen...

The Eucharist and an Interview

For the next couple of weeks, I continued to devour anything I could about catholicism. I was studying on my own as well as attending the RCIA classes at my new spiritual home.  Honestly, learning as many aspects as possible about this Faith, getting closer to God, was all I wanted to do.  I would find myself falling asleep while reading or listening to podcasts or watching YouTube videos.  The RCIA classes had a rotation of speakers who were Clergy.  Each class had most of the same people in attendance as the first day I started going to them.     One of the classes was about the Eucharist.  As a child, some of the Churches my maternal Grandmother too...

5 Star Readings and Other Nightmares

I had just woken up from what had been the worst dream.  I reached for my smartphone to see what time it was and was not surprised to see my phone screen read, three a.m. on the dot.  Not two fifty seven, not three oh eight, but exactly three a.m.  Nightmares and three in the morning 'wake up calls' were not uncommon for me.  It was simply a part of life and to some extent I just assumed these things happened to everyone.   When I'd decided to become Catholic and began purging all of my witchy objects and books, there had been a pause in these occurrences.  This is something I wasn't really thinking about in those early weeks and only began to think about...