I was reared a Missouri Lutheran, tracing my family back in the strictest Lutheran following. Where I was reared one was either a R Catholic or a Lutheran. The twain never mixed. To this day in Northeatern Colorado, when you hear a certain surname, you automatically know, whether you are R Catholic or Lutheran. I married an New York Italian Catholic. We thought that the Epicopal Church would be a middle ground. I tried, I tried for seven years, but could not become one of that flock. Good and wonerful people, a wonderful priest, but as I stated to him, living in the Peoples' Republic of Boulder, Colorado, you could be a good Budhist and a good Episcopalian. He thought me wrong. My grandmother's Epicopal priest became Orthodox. I thought that was very starnge, but one Sunday I went to his church, and found more than several friends there. That was 6 years ago. My wife who has gone abck to the R Catholic church, which I admire, does not understand me and my new found and deep faith. Even the Lutheran family has said little about my desire. I am the longest catechumin in St Luke's Church history, but some day I will convert. What a richness I have found. The depth of thought of 2000 years makes me sutter. The history from Jerusalem to Ireland, in the first centuries astound me. I still honor the faith of my family, that is their route, but the road is clear for me, there is no choice. Like Luther stated at Worms, here I stand, I can do no other.
