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My mom used to tell us, in the '70s when everybody in the Church was weirding-out, that if the priest showed up in his bathing suit and swim flippers, so long as he said the Mass correctly, Jesus was truly present. And she was right. But...

The Church suffered a lot in those days, and I mean both the universal and the local Church. Right after Vatican II (which apparently no one took the time to read), we kids in catechism class were left to making felt banners and being told that we didn't need to memorize prayers anymore. Our church was torn apart - literally and figuratively. The beautiful little country church I grew up in was re-modeled; they tried to make a circle out of a rectangle (neither geometry nor theology were strongpoints), tore out the kneelers (Mom made us kneel anyway), and put all the statues in the basement. It was ugly.

We have, thankfully, come a long way since then. Bl. John Paul II gave the Church new hope and new evangelization. As I became a young adult, we were urged to re-examine our faith, our learning, our whole lives. Plus, I was blessed with people in my life who loved me enough to make sure I knew my Faith.

And now, Dear Husband and I are struggling because we just aren't finding that type of enthusiastic faith in our parish. Our pastor is a good man and a good priest, but he doesn't preach well. (Yesterday, he literally read the parish stewardship form to us and told us how to fill it out...like we can't read directions nor have we filled out the same form for the past 10 years...)

I want MORE. I want to be encouraged, evangelized, sent forth, fed. I have heard enough pablum in my life and I don't want anymore. I NEED to be bolstered in my faith. I want to hear how the readings fit together, how Christ is speaking to us in those particular readings at this particular time. And what I get is..."Check this box if you want to renew your commitment to lectoring or choir, or check this box if you are interested in a new ministry..."

Sigh.

I know, I know. I'll pray. I focus on the Eucharist. I do spiritual reading. We will follow our spiritual directors. And I'll ask God to feed me, as He sees fit.

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