I am what you would call a cradle Catholic. This means that I was born and raised Catholic. Everything that I have ever learned has been from a Catholic family, school, etc. Being Catholic defines who I am. That was not the case for everyone in my Family though. To get to me being raised Catholic you have to start somewhere. That somewhere is the story I am going to tell. It starts with my grandma, then it goes to my parents, it then ends with me.
My Grandma, Janet Orosz was born on September 20, 1944. Her parents never took her to any type of religious service as far as she can remember. That job was up to her older neighbors. They went to a church that wasn’t any specific denomination. It wasn’t Catholic or any other specific church, but …show more content…
My grandpa or Nagypapa came over from Hungary during the Hungarian revolution. It was because of him that my dad was baptised Catholic. Mass was never the most important thing when he was growing up and even when my grandma went through the RCIA process. Even though they went pretty often up until my grandparents got divorced then that fell apart and that part of their lives was pretty much forgotten. It was until much later when my dad met my mom (who was cradle catholic) that he started to go to mass again and then because of that my grandma started to go again. They went to a couple of different parishes around Madison and Milwaukee until they found one that they liked the best. Immaculate Heart of Mary Parish and School. This is where my story …show more content…
This was a huge part of my faith life because it was here that I had teachers and mentors that helped me find the God that I know personally now. It is IHM that helped along with my parents instill the values and faith that I believe in now. At the parish I was taught how to be respect in mass, how to sing in a choir, how to be an altar server, and more. What I remember best though was when one day one of the parishioners came up to me one day after communion and told me that you have to show more respect during mass and actively participate in mass. This was a little bit of a wake up call. After that The mass became more and I started to want to go to mass and I wanted to go more often. While all three generations have what may seem like different stories (which in some ways they are) they have one big similar thing. They all involve God. Every moment the three generations God was executing his most perfect and holy plan and every time that we messed up he was right there with an even better plan. When I think about where my family started and how it got to me it amazes me. While some families have some clear cut traditions mine doesn’t. The one thing we do have is family. We have a tradition of family. How we care for and when we have holidays spend time with. On both sides of my family getting together as a family has always been a major part. So if there was one tradition that I would continue on it would be family, the glue of
My Grandma, Janet Orosz was born on September 20, 1944. Her parents never took her to any type of religious service as far as she can remember. That job was up to her older neighbors. They went to a church that wasn’t any specific denomination. It wasn’t Catholic or any other specific church, but …show more content…
My grandpa or Nagypapa came over from Hungary during the Hungarian revolution. It was because of him that my dad was baptised Catholic. Mass was never the most important thing when he was growing up and even when my grandma went through the RCIA process. Even though they went pretty often up until my grandparents got divorced then that fell apart and that part of their lives was pretty much forgotten. It was until much later when my dad met my mom (who was cradle catholic) that he started to go to mass again and then because of that my grandma started to go again. They went to a couple of different parishes around Madison and Milwaukee until they found one that they liked the best. Immaculate Heart of Mary Parish and School. This is where my story …show more content…
This was a huge part of my faith life because it was here that I had teachers and mentors that helped me find the God that I know personally now. It is IHM that helped along with my parents instill the values and faith that I believe in now. At the parish I was taught how to be respect in mass, how to sing in a choir, how to be an altar server, and more. What I remember best though was when one day one of the parishioners came up to me one day after communion and told me that you have to show more respect during mass and actively participate in mass. This was a little bit of a wake up call. After that The mass became more and I started to want to go to mass and I wanted to go more often. While all three generations have what may seem like different stories (which in some ways they are) they have one big similar thing. They all involve God. Every moment the three generations God was executing his most perfect and holy plan and every time that we messed up he was right there with an even better plan. When I think about where my family started and how it got to me it amazes me. While some families have some clear cut traditions mine doesn’t. The one thing we do have is family. We have a tradition of family. How we care for and when we have holidays spend time with. On both sides of my family getting together as a family has always been a major part. So if there was one tradition that I would continue on it would be family, the glue of