Not the Church I Left
As I’ve written before, the church of my baptism was where you, Creator, heritage, past, present, and future merged and focused. This remains the image and fact of my relation with the church. During my childhood it was appropriately beautiful in every detail, as one would expect the home of a divine King. Bone-stirring pipe organ tones made me hear other-worldly music. A trained choir sang music inspired by heaven.
That was in the Brooklyn, New York of the 1930s and 1940s, before my teen years and young adulthood turned me into a skeptic and non-practicing Catholic. I had passed through that well-known phase that makes some youngsters believe that they actually know more than all who came before them.
I left the church, not because of a loss of love for it, but because of a weakness in me to fully comprehend it. In my search to find the “right” relationship with God I walked through competing philosophies, religions, and isms to discover the “right” one. And I noticed that each required a tacit leap of faith in order to accept and abide in its “givens” — the “the rules of the game,” as it were. And I noticed that not one of them made a difference that matters most to the human heart and spirit than Judeo-Christianity, bestowed to us by Jesus Christ through his disciples. That Christ chose Peter to proclaim, guard, and maintain the faith in the church he founded is an undismissible........
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