Dream of Mine

I had a long post about several anti-Catholic remarks I had to deal with this week. Well, I suppose I could have ignored them, but that would have "okayed" them, and I don't okay anti-Catholicism even more than I don't okay most liberal politics. My Church comes first. Because to attack the Catholic Church is to attack Christ.

And it is to attack me too and Pope John Paul II and Blessed Mother Teresa and St Francis of Assisi and Saint Paul and Saint Steven of Hungary and Catholic School Sister who reads my blog and my four beautiful Rosary-praying/Jesus loving children and my wonderfully faithful husband and my extended family and the sweet old lady who lives next door and goes to Mass and promises to pray for us every Saturday night and the priest who waves at my on Friday mornings when he opens the gates for worshipers and the priest who offers me the Eucharist on Sunday morning...you get the drift...or maybe in your ignorance and separated version of Christianity, you don't "get unity".

I am sorry if you don't understand that...

There is a dream that I truly have had since I was a little girl in a Catholic school uniform. With a Protestant mother and a Roman Catholic father, you can get to feeling this way in life. I think daily I repeat out loud to God, "Thank you for the Sacraments. Thank you for my Roman Catholic baptism way before I could read or reason." All that is left of my earlier post is the statement below. If I could just shrink it onto a bumper sticker...

People can be so hateful with a hefty amount of Bible verses on their lips and a way cool worship guitar in their hands. If I could accomplish one thing in life it would be to convince one know-it-all anti-Catholic/non-Catholic Christian to just try and understand who we Catholics are and to leave the condemnation or salvation of our souls to God alone who is worthy of all praise and in charge of all the universe.

Now it's going to be a permanent quote on my blog sidebar. I like it that much.