Friday, August 28, 2015

Everyone has heard of a Roaming Catholic especially a lot of Catholics


I am what most Catholics call a cradle Catholic (born into the faith), however, it wasn't until I reached my late 20's that I finally found my church home.  Here is the journey I had to get to where I am now. I grew up in a "small" Catholic church in Mobile, Alabama for the first 18 years of my life. It was a close parish, we knew each others names and the priest we had growing up gave a warmth that I loved to experience as a youth. However, when I graduated high school an event happened with the "new" priest and I was led away from my home.  I was inactive for a while, occasionally attending mass at random churches never feeling like I belonged there. I had been to Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, as a youth and honestly at one point I probably felt more connected with the Baptist Church because you would always see the people lit with "fire" for Christ. That was until I started working as a cantor at another Catholic church in my diocese. It was what I will say attributed to my going to weekly Mass and finding a purpose, that I was missing for so long until.... The same "situation" that deterred me from my home church a few years earlier resurfaced. I held fast because I honestly loved being a cantor and the music was done beautifully. After years of serving as a cantor I realized that was my "main reason for going" which I knew was wrong. So God gave me an out and thus my new journey to  find a church where I could serve him without distraction was once again underway. I started cantoring again and while it wasn't as much as a distraction I still wasn't "complete".  That was until one day, God led me to a church that was literally 2 minutes from my home. I started out as just a member of the congregation (no ministries to serve in). Then I met the Music Ministers wife, who introduced me to her husband who gave me a place in a new church, where I am now raising my three sons, I am a lector, cantor/choir member, and feel blessed to be able to volunteer in so many other ways. 

Lesson Learned: While the path God gives you maybe bumpy, he will always lead you home.

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