Once a Catholic, always a Catholic, no matter what you want to call yourself - that's what I say. I'm not overly religious, or overly Catholic (despite the fact that I bring it up regularly here) - I'm more into the dogma, the rules and the consequences. But that's just me. My real religious philosophy is that a person should stay what they are in the first place because if you can't find your inner spirituality there, you're not going to find it anywhere else.
Now that that's out of the way, here is my line-up of saints for November:
St Joseph. Should I bury the statue? Heat season is approaching and I wanted to sell the old house before the furnace turns on. Feet up, Joe - you're goin' down.
I read an article somewhere about how the Catholicism of the Irish was based more on superstition and fear and that of the Italians was more of a free-wheeling debate with God.. As soon as I saw those written words, I remember a friend telling me that when she was a child, her grandmother would make her hamburgers on Friday because "God wants you to eat." I couldn't process that because the rules of the church were so written-in-stone for me. Lithuanians, maybe all Slavs, fall into the superstitious camp.
So I guess that its like comparing running into a brick wall as compared to ebb and flow. Now as an adult, I feel secure in my own decisions about the big moral ethical issues without first checking in with Rome, then I can certainly get that debate thing, only now I call it informed decision-making.
Although, I still don't get how a person of German background from a church-going family can live his whole life without owning a Nativity set and never even miss it. I wonder if I made him a gingerbread Nativity, if it would survive shipping to Texas?