Me = Bad Catholic

I’ve broken three lent things this weekend.
I did not wake up in time for Italian Mass.
I had one soda that was not Pepsi.
I did not do (my version of) the Rosary.

If I believed the HRCC could damn me, I’d be on the road to hell. Then again, I’ve never in my life claimed to be a good Catholic. It was my Father’s choice to have me baptized like that, not mine.

I’m a non-denominational. So, though I do have the Roman-Roots, and I do feel kinda bad, I’m not going to lose a lot of sleep over it.

See the one problem with being Non-Denominational and just being a “Generic Christian” is that you really have no traditions of your own. And, I do believe tradition is important, after all, a really good Christian realizes that he is a bacon eating Jew. Judaism is drenched in tradition. And so in an attempt to take some “tradition supplements” into my “belief diet”, I piggy back on the Catholics, because they have enough tradition to spare. Hence why I often times jokingly refer to myself as a Roman Protestant.

For those of you also keeping to the 3 parts of Lent (self denial, prayer, and charity), KEEP AT IT! But also remember, it’s something that we should practice all year long, not just for a month and half(ish) once a year.

If you are confused about what I am, well, a lot of people are, I kinda think that means I’m accomplishing my goal of being labeled/claimed by any of the specific denominations.

Does get frustrating though when you want people to believe you actually know what you’re talking about, but is really fun when you surprise someone because they realize you actually know what you’re talking about.