I find it interesting.
When I was a young lad, the dissenters in the Church were all the rage. It was so bad, I eventually left. I never really lost my faith, but the Church was enough of a mess that I lost interest. I was typical of someone growing up in the 1960's.
After a rather hedonistic period of life, I returned to the Church and to the Faith as it was taught to me by my parents and the good priests of my parish. It was a long road of return, including a long period of time in the cafeteria line. I had forgotten about the traditional Mass but came back to it and then became convicted by it for what I had become.
I practice the Faith today as my parents did, and as we did together, as a family.
Today, I am a dissenter.
If I have not changed, and I am the dissenter, what does it say about them?
When I was a young lad, the dissenters in the Church were all the rage. It was so bad, I eventually left. I never really lost my faith, but the Church was enough of a mess that I lost interest. I was typical of someone growing up in the 1960's.
After a rather hedonistic period of life, I returned to the Church and to the Faith as it was taught to me by my parents and the good priests of my parish. It was a long road of return, including a long period of time in the cafeteria line. I had forgotten about the traditional Mass but came back to it and then became convicted by it for what I had become.
I practice the Faith today as my parents did, and as we did together, as a family.
Today, I am a dissenter.
If I have not changed, and I am the dissenter, what does it say about them?