It has been such a long time since I was last a Catholic. That is, since I last attended a Catholic mass. But today, being Father’s Day, I accepted the invitation of his parents to go to mass with them then eventually to dinner. So there I was, going to mass, in a crowded Catholic church, reminiscing all the reasons why I decided to give up Catholicism, with his family minus him. Yep. He had work to do so he can’t come. I was the substitute child.
So there I was. In a crowded Catholic Church. Wishing I had suggested we go to some more solemn Catholic Church. But then despite all the reasons I found myself thinking why I switched, I still managed to have that connection with Him. And in the end, realized that indeed, what I have is not religion but a relationship.
