My apologies internets it's time for another rant.
I was raised Catholic and all the way through college I attended mass. In Davis (UCD) we had a Newman Center it was the center of most Catholic students lives at Davis, I say most because we were always a bit avant garde and the more traditional of those among the student body choose St. James the actual Catholic parish in Davis.
I sang in the Sunday 11 o'clock choir and in the Cathedral Choir in Sacramento. It could get a bit schizophrenic at times. Wait where am I, can I address the priest or assistant bishop by their first names as I usually did in Davis or I am in a place where I have to say Father so and so, or Bishop so and so?
I've never found a place that met the same standards of loving family not hung up on "formal rules" as I did at Davis thus I no longer attend mass, or rather so rarely that it makes people in town who know me do a double take to see me in church - I occasionally go with Mom when she's here. You've never seen so many heads swivel so fast as the first time I showed up.
But I digress. As I've worked with Dr. Sanity I've come to realize that my Catholicism is deeply ingrained. I've had offers from Amy to attend her church (Methodist) with her, I just can't do it. Part of that is the "old" Catholic teaching that going into any other church but a Catholic you were assured GOD would strike you dead with a lightening bolt on the very spot. While I no longer believe that, I think, I still cannot bring myself to commit to another religion.
to be continued...