Heart over building

I was raised Lutheran and was spiritually drawn to Catholicism in my pre-teens. Where being Lutheran met the needs of my family, it was lacking for me. I needed the ancient stand it gave and still do. My parents weren’t angered. My dad was raised Methodist and converted to being a Lutheran when he married my mom and it really mattered to her. He changed for love.

The only time I was ever confronted by another’s rant attacking the rosary was by a middle aged lady who had no idea I was Catholic. I told her that as a Catholic I see the rosary as a tool in my hand to focus on my prayers rather than fighting off a mind distracted by the must-do’s, the shopping list, how I would rather be shoe shoppin’, what’s for dinner and a gigabyte more of distractions. She just stopped and left. People don’t seem to be interested in how I walk with God.

I see the stats on when and why Martin Luther and others started their own churches and it all makes some sense. From an artistic standpoint there are only 3 basic colors; red, blue, yellow and 2 non-colors; black and white and these 5 have grown into thousands of unique and all equally beautiful colors with a myriad of names (well except puce -ewww- which was thankfully renamed taupe).

I could rattle on and on but my position is one of my most favorite quote “ the White man goes into his church and talks about Jesus. The Indian goes into his tipi and talks with Jesus.”

Quanah Parker, Comanche War Chief