Because Now That I’m Catholic, I Can’t Imagine Life Any Other Way

 Guest Post by Sandy Croslow

I’ve been attending Mass almost weekly for more than three years. Yet the handful of Masses I’ve attended since my confirmation at Easter Vigil have blown me away. Partaking of the Body and Blood of Christ makes me feel more a part of the Body of Christ than I could ever have imagined.

On Sunday, I attended Mass at All Souls’ Parish, the neighborhood parish in my hometown in the St. Louis suburbs. I knew no one but I felt at home. Sunday night I realized All Souls, a beautiful church by the way, is the only Catholic Church I ever attended with my mother: we went to a neighbor’s wedding there in the mid-1960s. (Pictured here in a photograph by Mark Scott Abeln, a convert)

Driving through the tornado damage in the St. Louis suburbs of Maryland Heights and Bridgeton, which were hit with an E4 tornado on Good Friday, was sobering. I’ve driven those streets countless times. The storm hit between my parents’ house in Maryland Heights and the nursing home where Dad now lives in Overland.

Last Tuesday, a good friend’s husband had a massive heart attack and miraculously survived. He made it to the hospital before the worst of the attack and they were able to revive him and insert a stent in a blocked artery. Such events jar us into the reality of the preciousness of life. We were visiting in the hospital family room when another friend arrived. This friend lost her husband to a heart attack a little over two years ago. Why does one man die and the other is spared? Why does one house remain standing in the path of the storm when all around are reduced to rubble? These and other such questions are those I’ve learned to entrust to God. It’s not easy, but I trust Him.

When we visited the Bishop of the Diocese of Belleville, Ill. for the Rite of Acceptance as part of our RCIA journey, Bishop Braxton told us: (and I paraphrase): “God is not God the way you would be god if you were god. He does not behave the way you would behave if you were god because He is God and you are not.”

Peace in the midst of the storm. Peace in the midst of the health crisis. Peace in the Body of Christ. Life with faith. I cannot imagine life without it.

  • Allison

    Sandy: First, a belated congratulations. The questions in your post remind me of what Christ said (Matthew 24) "Two men will be out in the field; one will be taken, and one will be left. Two women will be grinding at the mill; one will be taken, and one will be left. Therefore, stay awake! For you do not know on which day your Lord will come."I was tormented with the question of why? after Sept. 11 attacks, which my husband narrowly survived. A kind priest from whom I sought counsel reminded me of these words of Christ.

  • Ruth Ann

    I rejoice with you Sandy. I've been a Catholic all my life and I never fail to be happy to receive the Body and Blood of our risen Lord at communion. Keep on trusting the Lord.

  • Frank

    Welcome aboard Sandy C!

  • ThereseRita

    Yesterday I said audibly to myself: You don't want a God you can understand because then what kind of god would that be? The reason I had to remind myself of that fact is the same type of questions you were faced with: Why? I also reminded myself of B16's answer to the woman who questioned him at Easter re: the devastation in Japan. But, at the end of the day, the answer that helps me most is that we don't have an eternal perspective so our vision is just so myopic as to be pathetic, left to ourselves.

  • Allison

    @Therese Rita: Yes. One of the many thoughts of B16 I enjoyed reading in his book "Light of the World" was the one in which he says (paraphrasing here) "Who are we to decide what is and isn't possible in the cosmos?"