I churched hopped through quite a few Protestant churches. The first Protestant service I ever attended was Presbyterian. It was a non-communion week. I was raised Catholic but fell away in my teens. So, years later, my first time at church in years, I went. The service just felt…empty. At that uninformed time of my life, I couldn’t explain it. They sung a few songs, the preacher talked for 45 minutes, then we left. They people were quite friendly though!
I tried quite a few more non-denominational style services, but every time I walked away dissapointed. Sometimes I heard a great sermon, and felt energized for a few minues, but when I walked out I would always think “That’s it?”
I went to Iraq. My Chaplin was Baptist to the highest degree. I went to his service every week. I also went to his Bible studies, twice a week. I learned a lot about Jesus. I learned a lot about Baptists. I read the Bible.
He always encouraged me to check out christiananswers.net. I did. I noticed they attacked Catholics a bit on there. I got worried about my folks, so I started to research. Long story short, I came rushing back to the Catholic Church when I put the Bible against Baptist theology.
My first Mass back in the Church, I walked out with a feeling of peace. Of course, that didn’t last when I told my Baptist girlfriend that I was Catholic. Neither did our relationship, but such is life.
I said all that to say this. I know the Protestants are worshipping the only way they know how, and I did feel God’s presence in many churches. But my first Mass back, I saw God’s presence, and I have never looked back. In fact, I walk out of Mass every time now and think “I could be a Priest, I could lead these people.” But that is another topic, and I have four years to decide on that one.