This is a blog about my thoughts and feelings in my journey, my coming home to Catholicism. Not that I have ever been one, I just felt that way, since I was brought up in the Anglican faith, specifically the Church of Ireland, but I felt The Church calling me ever since I was small.
I tried to write this down, but my hand hurt - I suppose I should practise more, but for the purpose of this, I'm typing.
My sister hates that I'm changing religion. She thinks Catholics are to blame for everything that's gone wrong in the world. The venom she spewed at me when I told her, I was shocked that someone could think that way - or rather, that one of MY family thought that way.
My parents don't like it either, which is why I suppose they just sat there, and watched her as she verbally puked on me. I'm all alone in this, on my journey, exploring this new place, and people, and there's no one to share it with, no one to show the new hymns I've fallen in love with, to, no one to share the wonder I feel at the Mass.
Sure all the people in Mass have already seen it a million times before, and what would I say to them? How would I even begin to explain how wonderful it all seems to me?
My dad, he asked me once, "Have you got that choir into shape?" and was going on about how he thought no one sang at Mass anymore, and me not knowing, since I like the quieter weekday morning service, didn't know what to reply so I just shrugged, as if to say I'd be a Catholic if the Mass was silent and no one versed a peep!
Tonight though, I looked catholic hymns up on YouTube, and I found one, I think it's my favourite ever.
There's a gaelic version, but I like to understand it, it's like a prayer in my head.
