Friday, May 20, 2011
The Underside of Being a Revert
Tonight is my graduation from Biblical School. I am excited. I am thrilled to be seeing my classmates again. I already miss them! I already miss the necessity of having my nose in my Bible for hours and hours this week. I will have to replace this somehow. Somehow.
Back to the graduation... And the title of the post. I have invited my daughters. Well, that sounds like a no-brainer. But it isn't. You see, I left the church for 25 years. The precise 25 years that were the most important for a woman to be a Catholic. The years when I was raising my children. I made sure my children were baptized, and that was the end of their religious instruction. In other words, they have had none. Or virtually none.
When I came back to the church, I was 40, and my children were teenagers. I dragged them to church, but not for long.
So now my daughters are coming to Mass tonight. I am so excited about this. And nervous. And frightened. One of my daughters (the recovering addict and alcoholic) is absolutely covered in tattoos and piercings. I told her she must wear long sleeves and something that comes up to her neck. I fear that she will find an excuse instead for not coming.
One of my dear friends is coming to the graduation and has agreed to sit with my daughters and coach them on what to do. I have known this woman for 17 years, and last night as I talked to her I realized she never knew that I ever left the church. She had no idea that I had ever left the church and therefore didn't raise my kids in the faith.
My real prayer? That tonight my daughters will see the church the way I see it, with love. And won't see it the way they have seen it in the past.
This is certainly not too big of a miracle to ask for....