I’ve always wanted to be deep, serious and mysterious. Instead I’m goofy, spacy and obvious. Don’t get me wrong, I like who I am, but it doesn’t stop me from daydreaming that someday I might be mistaken for an international spy (who just happens to be holding a 3-year-old as part of a complex disguise). It’s similar to the cloudy, dreamy hope I have every Sunday at mass that the person in front of me, after hearing me sing, will turn around and exclaim breathlessly, “Wow, your voice is incredible! You should be in the choir!”. Ya— that’s just not going to happen, but I keep on dreaming. Last night I was in my, “I’m deep and serious” mode when I went into confession but…
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I’ve made a decision to document my steps towards really living the faith that I have just entered. I know that I can’t just go to Mass and be kosher with Catholicism (can one be kosher and Catholic?). Anyway—since I’ve only been Catholic since Easter there is a lot I still have to learn and experience. I’m terribly interested in how “fully living the faith” will deepen my faith and how it will change my life. I’m letting you know this because It’s a little trick I do to hold myself accountable. This is similar to joining a class where I am expected to be there instead of just using the stair-master at home (poor dusty, laundry draped stair-master). So what do I mean…
I am preparing to confess my sins at my second Reconciliation. This will actually be my first Reconciliation since I became Catholic. My Atheist friends seem to find “confessing” quite amusing while my Evangelical pals raise an eyebrow and shake their hands at me as if to ward off any “black magic”. I admit, when learning the ins & outs of Catholicism at RCIA, Reconciliation was difficult for me to accept. I didn’t understand why I needed to confess to a Priest if Jesus had already died for our sins. He already knew I was sorry… right? Facing my darkest deeds seemed difficult enough but telling them to someone else? Oh the horror! (Remember I can barely talk to a mom from PTA without…
