I was a child of the 1960’s, Vatican 2, the Vietnam war, the women’s movement, a shift in the fabric of American society.
Priests and nuns left the Catholic Church. I attended a Catholic elementary school across the street from our house. The church and the convent were the street from our house.
I was a theological rebel. I attended Catholic elementary school and asked inconvenient questions- even at the age of 6. That was an indication of things to come. My childhood transitioned from the Latin mass to post Vatican 2 services.
By the time I escaped my childhood, I rebelled and eschewed the church of my youth. I still struggle with the history of the Catholic Church and the hypocrisy of the leaders. I’ve not completely abandoned the faith of my youth; however, I’ve questioned the belief system and cannot understand why the Church leaders turn a blind eye towards modernity.
There is something about the spiritual experience of sitting in a beautiful church built by the faithful over centuries. Attending a Mass at Notre Dame de Paris, St Peter’s, or a tiny Church in Tien Mu Taiwan alters one’s perception.
Despite my questions, I cannot completely abandon the Catholic church of my youth. There is something there. I’m not sure what it is; but I believe there is a higher power we must embrace.
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