Hello everyone 
First of all, I apologise in advance for my many grammar and spelling mistakes. English is not my first language and, sometimes, in the heat of the discussion, I tend to forget certain rules
I only registered on this forum last night but I have been browsing for a couple of days. I have also been browsing through other forums as well. I have barely slept and eaten in the past few days: my soul is on a mission to find an answer.
I am, I suppose, a craddle catholic. I went to a catholic school, was baptised, confirmed, etc, but I can't say I ever understood what I was doing. But, with this blissful purity that children all share, I always believed in Jesus, I always believed in the kindness of His Holy mother, I always believed in God. The Catholic Church was my church though I didn't know her that well.
And then I drifted away, I stopped believing (or so I thought). My spiritual journey would be too long to explain in great details and that would probably bore you to tears, but trust me when I say that I had a dormant volcano inside, just waiting to erupt! I tried to get rid of my spiritual side, but I couldn't, something my whispering in my ear. One day, I went to visit Glastonbury, and you can't understand how spiritual Glastonbury is until you visit it (and no, I am not talking about the Festival
) and it hit me. I was just lying to myself, I had always believed. But believed in what? So I did something that I had not done in ages and, of all things, I prayed to my guardian angel to show me the way. I would rather not tell what happened, but I understood that this turmoil I was feeling was the force and strength of Jesus's love calling me back to Him.
So I started thinking, for many months... What if I went to attend mass? I wasn't sure of that, I was hesitant, I was -and still am- scared of crowds and human beings. I prayed in empty churches, and little by little, I let myself be submerged by Jesus's love. I started reading the Bible. I cried reading it, its beauty just took my breath away. I then summed up all my courage and decided to go to mass, and so I went, last Sunday, and it felt GOOD. More than GOOD, for the first time since I was a child, I felt the presence of God in my heart.
Following mass, I decided to research my Church's teachings, I went on forums and then... I felt sick. I witnessed such bigotry, such self-righteousness, such hatred even. The fall was really harsh. I had placed the Catholic Church on such a high pedestal! That's not possible. So there I am, having found this safe little haven, trying to understand more about my faith.
I am not even expecting replies or ready made answers. I guess I just need people to pray for me and to guide me through their prayers. And maybe I also need people to share their struggles and journeys with me.
Pax vobiscum

First of all, I apologise in advance for my many grammar and spelling mistakes. English is not my first language and, sometimes, in the heat of the discussion, I tend to forget certain rules

I only registered on this forum last night but I have been browsing for a couple of days. I have also been browsing through other forums as well. I have barely slept and eaten in the past few days: my soul is on a mission to find an answer.
I am, I suppose, a craddle catholic. I went to a catholic school, was baptised, confirmed, etc, but I can't say I ever understood what I was doing. But, with this blissful purity that children all share, I always believed in Jesus, I always believed in the kindness of His Holy mother, I always believed in God. The Catholic Church was my church though I didn't know her that well.
And then I drifted away, I stopped believing (or so I thought). My spiritual journey would be too long to explain in great details and that would probably bore you to tears, but trust me when I say that I had a dormant volcano inside, just waiting to erupt! I tried to get rid of my spiritual side, but I couldn't, something my whispering in my ear. One day, I went to visit Glastonbury, and you can't understand how spiritual Glastonbury is until you visit it (and no, I am not talking about the Festival
So I started thinking, for many months... What if I went to attend mass? I wasn't sure of that, I was hesitant, I was -and still am- scared of crowds and human beings. I prayed in empty churches, and little by little, I let myself be submerged by Jesus's love. I started reading the Bible. I cried reading it, its beauty just took my breath away. I then summed up all my courage and decided to go to mass, and so I went, last Sunday, and it felt GOOD. More than GOOD, for the first time since I was a child, I felt the presence of God in my heart.
Following mass, I decided to research my Church's teachings, I went on forums and then... I felt sick. I witnessed such bigotry, such self-righteousness, such hatred even. The fall was really harsh. I had placed the Catholic Church on such a high pedestal! That's not possible. So there I am, having found this safe little haven, trying to understand more about my faith.
I am not even expecting replies or ready made answers. I guess I just need people to pray for me and to guide me through their prayers. And maybe I also need people to share their struggles and journeys with me.
Pax vobiscum
I have been my new "self" for a year now, and sometimes I feel like I am rediscovering the world, it's exhilarating! I'm not saying it's easy, sometimes, I still doubt when I am reading the CCC. And I will tell you the same as xTx, we can talk together about our faith, and I'll never judge you, I promise 

So much for peace talks. If they light one quran, that is it. The whole scenario will add fuel to the fire of hatred forever. Where will peace be? Probably hiding under the carpet.
Although he insists that he is not a protestant 
that, I got home safely.