When I first decided to approach a Catholic priest to come into the Church, it was only my second week (regularly) attending Mass. I'll not mention his name here, as he is very well known, but he told me pretty much to go home to my local parish and start there. I had played organ there in high school and I was familiar with the local parish, and I also knew I did not want to do go into RCIA there for my own spiritual sake. He told me that if it didn't work out there to come back and see him in Scranton.
On the way home from that Mass I said to myself in the car, "You know you always hear of priests say there is nothing more important or gratifying than to bring new people home to the Catholic Church. Here I am, someone who wants to do that, and they send me home!"
That was, at the time, a major disappointment for me. After almost a year of building up the courage to approach someone on joining the Church, I felt shot down - deflated even. But at the same time I knew that wasn't the end. It wasn't a wall put up between me and the Church. It was just a slight curve in the road - a corrective curve. After a few months of searching around (as I blogged here - take a look at the archives), I found the path again and finally settled down.
Now another curve comes. Well all I can say is that I have to expect hiccups and detours. Heck, there may even be a rest stop or two. I need this, my formative experience, to be the largest opportunity for growth that it can be. When things get too comfortable, I tend to get lax and not work as hard as I should.
One good thing about coming into the Church via the FSSP is that I need not worry about orthodoxy. They've got that down pat. I hope the new priests can sing though, since it is such a large part of the Sunday liturgy.
Even that is something I shouldn't look to. I need to focus on the path. So for now, we'll just have to see whats ahead one step at a time.
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet.
and a light unto my path."