For those of you still following my faith journey here at
Amate (particularly the journey to find a place of Worship) – the journey
continues. So far, I have visited a few
different Catholic parishes including St. Sabina’s, St. Maurice, Holy Name, and
Our Lady of Good Counsel. All of them
have been nice in their own sort of way, but none have quite fit the bill.
As a new experience, over Labor Day weekend a few of my
housemates and I visited a new kind of Church.
One of my housemates is Christian but not Catholic, and she does not
identify with any particular denomination but has attended many different types
of services in her life. She has been
kind enough to come along with the rest of us to a Mass each weekend, and some
of us decided it was time for us to broaden our minds and share in her
preferred faith experience too. On
Sunday, we went to Judson Baptist Church – the congregation her parents are
presently a part of during their search for a consistent place to worship. I was excited to go because I wanted to
support my housemate and to gain a better understanding of her faith
experience. She and I have shared some
beautiful conversations about how we have learned to live out our faith and
express our spirituality, so I was anxious for a first hand view.
Overall, it was an interesting experience. There was upbeat praise and worship meeting,
an obvious sense of fellowship and welcoming atmosphere, and a sermon full of
many references to Scripture. While I knew
that the service didn’t fill me the way that Catholic Mass does, it did nourish
another part of me that needed attention to.
Let’s be real, I’m a bit of a Jesus freak at heart and I love me some
quality praise and worship music. I was
able to remember the feeling I would get while singing and praying at an even
like “LIFT” or “God in the North End” back at school. It was nice to be surrounded by people who
weren’t afraid to sing out loud and proud about how awesome God is J.
After church, my housemate’s parents were gracious enough to
have the whole house over for a delicious meal.
It was so nice to have a family away from home to take care of us for a
little while. All in all it was a lovely
day – I didn’t find my new home parish away from home, but I was most certainly
fed in more ways than one. And so, the
journey continues…
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