“Peaceful Soul through Religion"
It wasn’t unusual for me as a child to believe that there is a God. My mother spoke about Him as though He were “right here” living amongst us. We were raised Catholic. We always had a portrait of the Last Supper hanging on our dining room wall, and the statue of the Blessed Mother on our living room mantle that my mother always knelt and prayed to, and a Crucifix that hung above the door in our bedrooms. Making the sign of the cross was practiced faithfully whenever there was an ambulance or siren from a fire truck going by our house from every one of us. Or whenever we heard bad news about anyone or anything, you could count on mom speaking with a soft voice and blessing herself with: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit…Amen. Praying and talking to God was ingrained in us through mom’s endless stories of inspired wisdom about love and forgiveness. Although my father was also raised Catholic, he was completely the opposite of moms practicing. He preached to us that our behavior should be in actions as the way of God, and never mind with all the religion! My mother didn’t make any waves and go against my father’s so- called common sense knowledge when it came to religion. Rather, she truly lived the message! Although, he was a man who did his best living the Golden Rule through all his constant preaching to us: in using our own good common sense!
I noticed there wasn’t much of a difference regarding religion in my family than my girlfriend who was raised in a strict Catholic home. She was taught that missing mass or not going to confession was committing a serious sin. She was my best friend who introduced me to keeping the small donation ( of coins ) that we were suppose to put in the collection basket at church, so we could buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke, and play hooky from school. So early on, I didn’t see much a difference to what religion did for anyone. Even as young teenage girls, we somehow knew this was not such a serious sin that we would truly go to Hell or be cast down from God.
The religious lessons that stayed with me were from the one hour of C.C.D. classes after school once a week. Though I didn’t continue or care to follow up with Religious education for over a decade until I became an adult and needed some answers immediately! When something world-shattering was just beginning to happen…
I became obsessed with religion after my first husband died from cancer at the young age of twenty-nine-years old. He was also Catholic- Went all through Catholic School. However, he never favored to have any conversation ever that had to do with any religion - Other than that our daughter would attend public school when she became of age. At that time, I didn’t ask for more or question what happened to him that he completely closed up about this. And on the other hand, before he died, what a phenomenal message that he left me with! I’ll never forget seeing the glowing expression on his face while he told me lying there in the hospital bed that he saw “Christ, all shinny and bright!” right before he closed his eyes. This was truly a miraculous impact on me that changed my life around forever about God and religion.
I’ve since heard many stories where it’s not unusual for people to find God through religion after a crisis. And they were so inspiring and beamed of the peace, love, and joy it brought to them - Which I continued a search for peace of my soul and found it through religion which eventually led me to the many wonderful Inspirational and Spiritual books of sacred wisdom. Although I’m not as strict in keeping up with some of the Church laws, I have found that there isn’t anything different that I learn today, that hasn’t already been written from before.
Causes Catherine Nagle Supports
Westwind Foster Family Agency, Christian Children's Fund, Compassion International, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Invisible Children, Save the Children