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What happens when you don't like your parish anymore?

 Dear Husband and I are struggling right now. We don't feel good about our parish right now. We've
been there over 20 years, all our kids have been baptized there, we've weathered a number of priests, been deeply involved in many of the ministries and activities, but now...

We've been deeply hurt by members of the parish staff and their actions not just towards us but towards our children. Several of the ministries (which we believe to be vital, such as youth ministry) are languishing - "good enough" seems to be the attitude of some in charge.

We are praying, and talking to our spiritual advisors. I'm so angry about some of the things that have happened that I have a hard time even attending Mass there right now. I know it's not about personalities and people, but Christ and His Passion, Death and Resurrection, but the people are getting in the way right now.

Do we stay at "our" parish and try to improve things? We know that at least one member of the parish staff will not work with us. Do we go somewhere else until the current pastor retires? Doe we just "drift"? Do we join another parish and plant our feet solidly there, not looking back? Oh, Lord, lead us!

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  1. I don't know; but I did pray for you this morning. So sorry you're having such woes.
    Otepoti

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  2. So sorry it is a struggle now...I am not Catholic but have been in a similar position in a protestant church. I can tell you we left and found another body of believers to worship with. It was not an easy decision, but because we did our children were blessed to be able to worship with and know people from a number of different cultures. Plus my husband was called into ordained ministry while worshipping with our new church family. God does protect and reward those who diligently seek Him.

    Zoanne Brugger Clark

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