June 7, 2009,
It has been six months since I wrote anything here. And it is late on a Sunday night and I'm
tired. I live in a diocese that has suffered some liberal leadership in the past and I am finding a struggling Catholic community since I moved here - really. Nearly two years into our move here, my husband and I still struggle with which parish to make our parish home and how to live as Catholics in a barely Catholic area.
Sorry if I sound like a whiner. But having lived in Memphis for a dozen years, and having become Catholic in Memphis, I find that I am spoiled. There were over a dozen really good Catholic churches to attend there plus two that offered the Latin Mass, which is a blessing and a wonderful thing to expose the kids to.
I keep thinking God must want us here for a reason. So I keep praying. And I believe we will actually end up at the small, urban Catholic church rather than the beautiful cathedral Downtown. We are small church people, and we are a mixed marriage - Caucasian and Hispanic. So we just fit in better there.
It is really hard to rebuild your life when you are in your 40s. Who knew that moving would be so hard? Yet there are blessings here in plenty: a stable job, a beautiful area, the safety of a smaller town and the availability of Daily Mass. That last is something I should truly take advantage of now that school is done and I don't need to plan my homeschool every week.
We went to the "last chance Mass" tonight because of our son's Cub Scout campout over the weekend. It's a 5 p.m. Sunday Mass at the small, urban church. I truly love going to Mass. The liturgy and the mudic spark something in my brain that reminds me of who I am intended to be. And I resolve to try harder. And to attend Daily Mass.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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