I remember sitting with the other pall bearers at the funeral for my paternal grandfather, a quiet defiance coercing through me as I sat back in the pew, eyes staring forward, chin tilted slightly up, jaw clenched, challenging someone – anyone, everyone – to confront me.
I wanted my father to be tortured and shamed in this moment with this one simple act: my refusal to take Communion.
Lord, forgive me! What an ugly place for my soul to be!
This culmination of my defiance began long ago, shame shadows haunting me, isolation, a dark divorced place, bitterness like mold growing within me twisting a core Catholic belief – bread and wine becoming the true presence of Christ – into a toxic prison assuring my own exile.
Whatever happens, conduct yourselves in a manner
worthy of the gospel of Christ.
Philippians 1:27 NIV excerpt
"Why not?" the selfish toddler me demanded. Why can't non-Catholics, Evangelicals and Protestant denominations receive Catholic Communion? more >