I admit I screwed up. This was at Easter vigil last year. I had a related thread a few weeks ago. Here’s that one:
What happened was, my friend from out of town wanted to go to Mass. She is not Catholic and I haven’t known her that long. She attends another Christian denomination but also has some unique beliefs, which I don’t totally follow and I guess I need to ask her to explain them - which I also am not sure I know her well enough to do - or how to approach it, I guess.
Well, I was concerned about the issue of whether she would want to take Communion, yet for some crazy reason I forgot that there was the USCCB statement in the front of the Missalette, and that I could have suggested she go up for a blessing.
Instead, it was Communion time and I wasn’t sure if she was just getting up to let me and my other two (Catholic) friends out of the pew. Instead, she went ahead and got in line ahead of me, and the line was moving, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to, like, tackle her or something at that point. So, she received the Eucharist. I was in a terrible turmoil and went to the priest the next morning before Easter Sunday Mass.
These kinds of dilemmas cast a shadow for me over what should be a joyful occasion. I have suffered from scrupulosity - more in the past but it still crops up occasionally. What gets me are these conflicts when I feel awkward and worried that the other person will take it the wrong way if I tell them about Church teaching. On the other hand I feel like such a coward for wimping out on this. :bighanky:
The Triduum will be here before I know it. I want to crawl into a hole and not deal with it because it’s so painful and complicated. I know her family too and they are such nice and congenial Christian people and I don’t want to come off as . . . harsh? Is that the word?
It’s worse because I failed in the moment when it would have been - certainly not easy, but less difficult than it now is. Now I have to backpedal and explain all this stuff and apologize for being a wimp. I keep rehearsing all sorts of approaches in my mind, from “Keep it simple and cheery and they’ll surely be fine with it,” to “Grovel and beg them not to hate me and tell them this is all my fault and if they do reject me feel yucky for weeks and months, maybe years afterward.” Help! :eek: