We loved working side-by-side with you on parish activities, enjoying social time with you.
Our kids were baptized there, received there First Communions there. Geez, my husband joined the Catholic Church within those four walls.
Our family faced several major crises, and the leadership in the parish turned a deaf ear to us. When we needed you most, you bailed. You fought us. You forgot about us.
We invited family and friends to help us celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. There we were, in the front pew, waiting for the priest to call us up at the end of Mass to renew our vows...and he didn't. He "forgot." Even though we were right in front of him. We reminded him before Mass. We took pictures. I was so crushed.
You made my teens feel anxious and unwelcome. In fact, you told one of my kids to leave. So he did. And I haven't been able to get him back to church since.
I later found out that you told a young couple, preparing for marriage and going through RCIA to leave the program and the church. She was pregnant. If that wasn't bad enough, the pregnancy was the result of a rape; she decided to give her child up for adoption. But you never bothered to ask, or talk to them, or even care.
It isn't so much that we left, but more than you gave us every reason to leave. And it's been hard. We love our new parish home, but it isn't the same. We don't quite fit in, yet. We're still at the awkward stage.
I'm not sure you care, but I hope you stop treating people this way. It hurts. It hurts people, families, the Church.
What would Jesus do? Well, I know what He wouldn't...