Tom Nosser has accused me of weak apologietics. Here I will copy another of my posts and expand it.
I was once directed by my priest to spend a year outside of the Church. He wanted me to spend a year in Protestant churches, Jewish synagogues and so forth. I did so. He did not require me to convert to them. He simply sent me out because I claimed the RCC was the one and only. His response was “If it is the one and only, why are you here? Go there.” Do you get my drift? I had a wonderfully good time and made many friends. I watched the Passion Play at Easter in a Baptist Church in a totally black neighborhood. It was fascinating. Jesus was a black sharecropper accused by whites. Wonderful. We had ribs and greens afterwards. Very hospitable and curious about the Church.They complained tremendously about what they called our calesthentics. Kneeling and so forth. One of the ladies became my daughter’s kindergarten teacher at my daughter’s private Catholic school. (You see, I don’t think my daughter is old enough to truly believe anything.)
I spent time in a Jewish synagogue where the rabbi told me most earnestly about his last trip to the West Bank. He wanted more support from washington in obtaining nuclear wapons for Israel. WWII rang clear in the minds of the rabbi and his people. They still live in clear fear.
I had the Passover meal with them. They are unshakeable in their reverence for the One God. An inspiring people.
I wandered over to the Greek Orthodox Church down the street from me. That was where I first developed my interest in icon painting and learned to make baklava. The Greek Orthodox women of that church were much more liberal than the RCC in terms of birth control methods. Their strength and belief in their Church was wonderful. I found them to be a bit cold, though.
I went to the Church of the First Thessalonians on a Sunday. Unfortunately, that was the day the city police decided to arrest the Thessalonians on methamphetamine manufacturing charges. Apparently they had a meth lab in the basement.
I wandered then over to the local Unitarian Church wher e they showed me new quilt stitches.
There is more.
However, my attending and joining other religions in no way reflects a conversion to them. It reflects faith in my own.
I don’t wander now. God has brought me to this place, on a volcano, where there are only two Churches, RCC and the fundamentalists.
I was in a foster home as a child when my mother was sick for two years. My foster parents were Mormons. Lovely, concerned people, trying hard to care for many children. Strong sense of social justice. They took excellent care of me. The only fault I found with them is that they repeatedly condemned my mother and wanted to adopt me as she was a Catholic. They loved me so much, they felt I would be better off with them. I’m afraid I could not allow them to do that.
The Seventh Day Adventists have excellent doctors. One of them saved the life of my son when everyone else put him beyond hope. They are also an extremely cheerful people.
My father was a follower of Mary Baker Eddy before he converted to Catholicism. A wonderful man who fed, sheltered, protected and loved me. What more could I do for him in return than ask God to bring him fully into the Real Presence of Christ?
These are my apologies, Tom. No one sits around and lets the people they love and have deep gratitude for believe in error unless they insist on it.