Now I'm a Catholic

Through many frustrations and angst, I am finally a Catholic. even though they all say if I were baptized Catholic as a child like I were, then I am a Catholic. But to be certified, to be allowed to play in the Catholic reindeer games, there are a few requirements. Otherwise, you get left out of some of the things that makes being a Catholic look so fun. Still, it is funny that while I was in Pentecostal school, being baptized Catholic was enough to buy my way in to a lifetime of damnation at the fiery pits of Hell.

First things first in the journey down a long and winding road, ask all your questions that you have about the faith. Then either you will be told the answer, to which other Catholics will tell you are wrong, or be given a mountain of reading material to scour through yourself, because apparently no one wants to know but you.

Second, share your faith. Tell us why you are here, what led you in this direction, let's all read a Scripture and sit around and tell each other what it means to us. Don't worry if everyone you are in class with is male and over forty who doesn't care what the person to his immediate left feels unless he has a remedy for hemorrhoid pain. This'll be fun.

After all this, I finally made it. There were times I hated it, never wanting to go back. And other times when I looked forward to meeting on Monday night and shooting the breeze with Andre, my sponsor. Finally, the day came that they splattered me with oil, slapped my new born behind and sent me off into the secular world an honest-to-God-Rosary toting-Apocrypha thumping-Catholic. Here! Here!