Because I’ve Tasted the Competition

On a Sunday two years ago, I began RCIA classes to be received into the Catholic Church. The class met at 10:30 and I woke up planning to attend Mass at 9:30. Then I had a second thought: Give the Episcopal Church one more chance. Try one last taste test before buying that lifetime supply of Maxwell House.

I was aware of two Episcopal parishes in our town, and I already knew that I didn’t want any part of one of them. An upscale Yankee parish in the “better” part of town, it would have been like alumni weekend at my prep school, a social occasion wrapped around moments of spirituality. I can hear Katie saying, That sounds pretty harsh, and it is. But I know what I’m talking about, honey. I “knew” people at that parish, and they “knew” me. I would have “seen” people there and would have been “seen” by them. No, thank you. The only person I wanted to be seen by was God.

One more thing about that upscale parish, and this may sound snobby or anti-snobby, but this is my blog and I’ll say it: There aren’t many Ferdes at that parish. There aren’t many Franks or Carries. And I’ll bet there aren’t any Barbaras or Roses. My grandmother, my Ammie, converted to Catholicism after my grandfather died, and it was just because there weren’t any Ferdes, Franks, Carries, Barbaras, or Roses at her upscale Episcopal church in Minnesota that she moved across town to worship with the Italians, the Irish, and all those people whose names ended in vowels.

I set out walking toward the other Episcopal church, which is within walking distance of my house and also of my ultimate destination, St. Mary Star of the Sea. I had already begun attending daily 7 a.m. Mass at St. Mary’s, even before RCIA, and I was used to worshiping with 50 to 100 others at that hour. So when I arrived for 8 a.m. Sunday services at the Episcopal church near my home, I expected to find a good number already assembled. I entered . . . and thought I must have been mistaken about the hour. One woman was puttering about, moving a book or arranging flowers—but no one else there. I stepped back toward the exit only to run into the minister, who was entering. I looked baffled and muttered something; he said welcome; and I sat again.

By 8 a.m. there were 8 parishioners present. It was—sorry, Katie—it was depressing. A quiet chapel shared with a couple of friends can be a very inspiring place, I know this. But the “depression” didn’t flow only from the small number in attendance. There was an emptiness about it—bare walls, bare crucifix—and even a certain hopelessness, a feeling of, We’re trying really hard here, God. Why is this not working out? I do not mean to offend anyone with this post, but this is my truth as I’ve lived it, so . . .

I walked to St. Mary’s, and I became a Catholic. After a lifetime of sporadic visits to parishes Congregationalist and Episcopalian, after many years wandering in the spiritual wilderness, I was home.

Mmm-mmm, good!

AND THIS JUST IN: Last evening, while driving to Vermont to be with my mother on the first anniversary of Dad’s death, I received a text message from someone very, very dear to me. “At RCIA,” the message began, surprising me (I didn’t know) and bringing a great, big smile to my face. Hallelujah! Score another one for the home team.

  • Anonymous

    My husband will love reading this. He was received into the Catholic Faith two years ago. He is Jewish and his coversion story is amazing as all conversions are. God bless you, I love your site.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884455503379229264 Patm

    someone once said that the greatest thing about the Catholic church is that it is not only for "certain" people; that you can find anyone in it, from a tramp to a king. I think that's about right, and I like that about it, too.

  • Anonymous

    (actually, another anonymous)I do love your story. I grew up in the Episcopal Church, and still love (and miss) the language of the Book of Common Prayer, the hymns, and the richness and variety of some of the old buildings. But there is (of course) a problem. At best, the Episcopal is a reflection Christianity in an Anglo-American cultural context (or perhaps it is a reflection of the Anglo-American culture in a Christian contex — the difficulty in deciding which is part of the problem). Either way, it is somewhat limited — no one could ever legitimately claim that the Episcopal Church is distinctively true in a way that (for example) the Lutheran tradition is not.Now, I am from that culture, I loved that culture, but it wasn't enough to hold me. The Episcopal Church continues to decline, for a variety of reasons, and Catholicism beckons . . .

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/13941352925546501229 Leslie

    When we go to church, we are not looking to the other people, we are looking for only one and that is GOD. So, we don't care about the others, what they say and how they stare at us… We must focus in the place owner….GOD.Christian Church supplies

  • Anonymous

    I think it was James Joyce who said of the Catholic Church: "Here comes everybody!" Exactly!


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