Conversion, Part Three: Uncomfortable

Aside from not knowing the memorized parts of the Mass, I have two things to discuss that make me uncomfortable about going to church every Sunday at a Catholic Church, not being Catholic myself. The first of the two things happens every week: my decision to remain in the pew and not to go up to communion with my arms folded across my chest. The second happened once, but deserves examination: we were asked one week to carry the gifts – the offerings, the wine and the bread – up… Read more Conversion, Part Three: Uncomfortable →