I’m a spiritual person; I was raised in the Catholic Church but when I went into fostercare I began my journey into several religions…lutheran, episcopal, born-again christian, converted to orthodox judiasm…I read the bible cover to cover twice. I used to be able to quote verses very easily. I could sing in hebrew. I learned how to kosher dishes. In my 30’s, I realized, that, in my opinion, no one religion is ABSOLUTELY correct…but that all have answers…and that the only religion I cannot abide is one that insists that a non-believer be killed. I sent my children to catholic school for order, discipline and for them to form a foundation of spirituality….I told my sons….always use your mind, if it doesn’t make sense, then think about what does….however! when you need to take a test, give the answer the book requires but in life, form your own ideas but know that there is a higher power.
When my sons were in the town catholic school, grades K-8, we attended Sunday mass….and we were blessed to have a sincerely spiritual priest…Father Rob. Father Rob was our priest the entire 10 years my sons were at the school. Two years after my sons had moved on to high school, the church moved Father Rob to another parish…which is common in the catholic church. The new priest was nice but he did not connect with me…he did not connect with many…and the parishioners fell off. I stopped going to mass. Last week, Father Rob…who is the only person in this world who has ever called me “Kate”, which touches my heart and I find so endearing, just to chat! I am the only person from both of my son’s classes who stayed in touch with him. We spoke for 45 wonderful minutes…mostly about aging LOL. It was glorious for me.
And all the crummy things that happened in my childhood are gone …. because, just look at the blessings that abound in my life…and I am so very grateful. Be blessed friends xo