Church Stories

When I was a kid, religion was not really a thing at our house. Mom practiced no faith, and her husband was a non-practicing Christian who had no patience for people who thought anything other than Christianity was “real.” We learned about Santa before we learned about God/Jesus. My grandparents took us to church sometimes, but it had no more meaning than a movie or a concert to me. I had a public school teacher who made us pray, and who called me a “heathen” for not knowing the Lord’s Prayer so I could say it after the Pledge.

Cut for potentially boring chatter about why I’m going to church this Sunday. )

Pope Francis has the potential to cause the biggest Church upheaval since Martin Luther and his hammer. It shouldn’t be that way, but sadly, it has to be. So this Sunday, I’m heading down to St Francis Church to hear mass and see if my local Catholics are in line with the new Pope and his message. Because if I can get in on this wave of spreading compassion and comfort, I’m in!

I wrote St Francis’ outreach person… )


So far, this seems okay to me. Watch my new “church” tag if you want to follow this adventure.

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