How do I love thee? Faith.

I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m a Christian and, more specifically, a Catholic here on the blog. While I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a “faith blogger”, certainly, it’s an important part of who I am.

 

What some of you know, but some probably do not, is that my husband is NOT Catholic.

 

Raised by a Catholic mother and a Methodist father, he somehow ended up going to a Baptist church as a young child. (I’m sure there’s a very long story in there but, frankly, it’s not mine to tell.) Anyway, I don’t know all the nitty gritty details, but there was a change in pastors and his parents no longer felt the church was a good fit. They never did find a church to replace that one and their Sunday tradition morphed from going to service to going bowling.

 

(As a side-note, I would like to recognize that, while it saddens me a bit that they lost their church connection, I appreciate that his family kept up a family tradition. They still spent that time together, and that’s more than some families can say. Anyway, I digress…)

 

So, he was bowling.

 

Meanwhile, several states away, I was attending the early Mass with my family every.single.week. If we were on vacation? We found the Catholic church. Holy day of obligation? I was at church. This was just my life, and I really didn’t know any differently.

 

At college, I continued to attend Mass. I don’t think Sunday would have felt normal without it, to me.

 

I met this black-haired young man who treated me like a princess and made me weak in the knees. He didn’t go to church, and I knew this. One Saturday evening, as I headed off to the vigil Mass on campus with my roommate, he sort of muttered, “Um, did you want me to, you know, go with you?”

 

I just laughed. “No! You don’t have to go to church. It’s important to me and it’s my faith, but that doesn’t mean you have to be there if it’s not part of who you are.” (Wasn’t I such a progressive little thing? ;) )

 

Fast forward a few years. We were getting married.

 

Despite the fact that he wasn’t, and had never been, Catholic, he married me in my church. He went through pre-Cana classes with me and met with the priest. He knelt beside me and made his vows before the monsignor.

 

Our babies have all been baptized Catholic, even the one who never breathed here on earth.

 

Perhaps more than all that, he attends Mass. Our family is one of the largest at that early, early Sunday Mass, and we go together. While he is not Catholic and really has no obligation to be there, this man of mine rises early and helps me raise our children in the faith.

 

There are people who frown on marrying outside one’s faith. People who would suggest that a strong belief system cannot be instilled if both parents aren’t of the same denomination.

 

I? Beg to differ.

 

By stepping up to the plate and modeling both the behaviors of the faith and the sacrifice of matrimony, my husband is one of the greatest faith teachers my children will likely ever know…

 

Even if he never becomes a Catholic. :)

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7 comments to How do I love thee? Faith.

  • LOVE how your husband steps up to the plate and goes with you! I know so many that don’t. Speaks wonders to his character…(what a keeper):) He’s teaching his children more than he realizes, I’m sure.

  • Laraba

    Well, I might step on your toes but I would argue that Biblically, a Christian should NOT marry an unbeliever. I think that is a reasonable interpretation of 2 Corinthians 6:14. Having said that, it isn’t clear to me that you did marry an unbeliever since you haven’t said what he BELIEVES, just that he isn’t Catholic. The pastor who married my husband and me was fond of saying that “going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more that going to McDonald’s doesn’t make you a hamburger.” I always loved that! To say that a Catholic should only marry a Catholic, a Methodist only a Methodist, a Baptist only a Baptist is…I think…creating separation in the church of Christ that must grieve our Lord. The big issue in my mind is, what does a person believe? Is Jesus Lord and Savior of this person’s life? Does the potential mate not go to church, or is not part of MY denomination, but loves the Lord and trusts Him for salvation? I think those are the major issues, not whether he/she goes to my particular church denomination.

    It is wonderful you all go together as a family. I admit to some envy as our family doesn’t make it to church, all of us, all that often. Especially in winter. I get SO TIRED of our illnesses slowly running through our family of 10 but at this point, I’m pretty much used to it. I try to relish those 2 or 3 times a month that some of us make it to church :-).

    God bless you, Laraba

    • No worries– my toes can handle it! :)

      I completely agree that just going to church does not a Christian make and I think your pastor’s analogy provides a strong visual. That said, I confess I find it even more offensive when those who adamantly profess their belief in Christ as their “Lord and personal Savior” then behave in unloving and, frankly, un-Christian ways. So… it’s very much a “talk the talk” AND “walk the walk” situation for me.

      It’s tricky– and few (if any) things in life are perfect– but I feel very blessed to have a strong, devoted man by my side.

  • Pretty sure you know how I feel about this one. And it comes to me naturally, because until I was married, my dad wasn’t catholic either. He simply went with us each week. Taught our religion classes when mom had to work (ha!) and well… “walked the walk.”

    Being Catholic and being married to someone who is NOT Catholic is sometimes really hard for me, but being married to someone who is not a Christian would be decidedly more difficult in many ways. We are blessed.

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