We did try aligning ourselves with other fellow Catholics who were against all the nonsense, but after a couple of years, I just couldn't handle all the talk about the church, the church, the church, and the church. And the feast days. And Mary. Where was our Lord in all of this?
I'm not exaggerating. Ping me. I'll even tell you which group and which church!
So you quit. Found something easier. Good for you.
And the feast days. And Mary. Where was our Lord in all of this?
What do Mary and "feast days" have to do with anything you've described? Explain to me the mental process.
SD
Listen, the last thing on earth I want to do is jump on you for dealing with this awful situation. Any landing you walk away from ..... It sounds like you ended up in a cult parish. I saw them sometimes in the Episcopal Church. Why be Christian when you can be Episcopalian? Yick!
Here's what I wish you'd do -- and I'd even collaborate with you if you wanted. Write down an account, you know, like a legal presentiment. Generalize only when you have to, provide lots of examples with particulars. Use of asbestos paper would be advised -- at least for the draft. Then when it's all written, re-write it as dispassionately as possible, so it reeks of reason, objectivity, calm regret, that sort of thing. Then send copies to your former bishop and to all the leaders, lay and ordained who were involved in this mishegoss. They need to know. Heck, send it to the newspaper!
When I was in my late teens (1960s - and they wondered why we grew our hair and all that), my Episcopal parish allowed a known alcoholic to teach consternation class (as we jocularly called it). He was a groper and a smoocher. My mom knew it -- heck ALL the "grownups" knew it. It disgusted me.
Manure. Roses. Sheesh.