Catholic, from “Catholic Spain”, where the main religious choices are still (and in spite of what the guv’mint says) not “atheist, agnostic, Catholic, other” but “Catholic, lapsed Catholic, anti-church Catholic”.
I’m practicing, but the way I practice changes with things like location. For example: while I do speak English and don’t speak French, I do understand the French used in a French-language bible and in French prayers but I do not understand the English used in most English-language bibles and in English prayers. So I’m more likely to go to Mass in France than in an English-speaking country. I just don’t see the point of going there to spend an hour thinking “laaalala, lalalaaaaa” and looking at the architecture. And there is a dispensation for it, yay!
Also, when I worked the fourth shift (weekends, holidays, vacation periods), instead of holding my Sabbath on Sunday, I held it on Wednesday. It was a day when I did not have any external obligations, so I could go to Mass at the Clarisas and then spend some time visiting with the nuns, take a long walk just thinking about stuff, etc.
I’m fond of any saint who had an interesting life story or who’s got interesting legends. Yeah, I know that’s not the same as being devout of the same saints. Although I do think St Michael may have had something to do with my current job and apartment… I kept running into images of him, as I was interviewing and flat-searching.
I prefer going to Mass on Saturday evening to Sunday because I like that it’s Our Lady’s Day and Masses end with the Salve. Both Dad and his mom were very devout of her.
The patron saint of Navarra is San Francisco Javier (St Francis Xavier, feast December 3rd); the patron saint of the Navarrese people is St Fermin (feast July 7th); the patron saint of Pamplona, our capital, is St Saturnino or Cernin (feast November 29th). I try to get both december 3rd and july 7th off because being at work on those days just feels wrong.
There is a tradition celebrating La Novena de la Gracia: march 3rd-12th (both included). You’re supposed to ask Javier for a grace (not out loud) and pray a rosary, every night. During the same period there is also a pilgrimage on foot to the castle of Javier, where he was born (his name was D. Francisco de Jaso y Azpilcueta, “from Javier” was how he got distinguished from every other Francisco studying in the Sorbonne at the same time). We used to do this every year when Dad was alive, I keep thinking I should do it but forgetting. My birth started on March 12th and officially ended March 13th at 12:47, so I’m told I got out of being a Javiera for 12:47 hours. If I’d been a boy I would definitely have been a Javier. Oh, and March 13th is St Solomon, King, but apparently having him for a birth-patron is not an excuse to be a wise-ass.
While I was raised Catholic, my parents’ God and my own idea of God (which hasn’t changed that much since I was little; my knowledge of official theology has increased but I believe what I believe) clashed very badly. Pa was into “the God of Punishment”; Mom spent the first 23 years of my life so busy avoiding “disagreements in front of the children” that I kind of saw them as an inverted Hydra: two bodies, one mind.
Throw in a lot of perfectionism on their part, and I clearly remember the day when I almost jumped off a tall window because I felt like I was wasting air that should go to someone more worthy (read: anybody else in the whole world), and I said “NO. I refuse to believe that God is an asshole. If He made me, He must have done it with some end in mind, and so even though I don’t know anything I’m good at, there MUST be something I’m good at and what I have to do is find it.”
Later, we had the choice to take instruction for 1, 2 or 3 years before Confirmation. Until then, it had been 1 year. I chose 3: like everybody else in that group, I had very specific doubts and the whole “Jesus loves you” we kept getting thrown at us didn’t cut it for me (this was 1982). My own question: “I know what I believe (A), but… what does the Church believe?” I took Confirmation without having had it answered, but it was when Dad was out of a job and Mom bedridden and I had two little brothers to take care of, so I figured that there was no point in refusing Confirmation. I took it under a caveat, though: I was going to go on searching for the answer to my question, and the Sacrament wasn’t valid (or not) until I got the answer.
I got it a couple years later, when a priest finally answered with something different than “Jesus loves you”: “the Church believes the stuff we say in the Credo”. Oh OOOOOK!
There’s some dogmas that I’m perfectly fine with. There’s some I accept and do not expect to understand completely (I do have a limited understanding of some of them). There’s one whose literal formulation I find completely stupid and dickocentric (the Virginity of Our Lady… why restrict her worth to a piece of skin? MEN!). And there’s one that makes me laugh heartily, specially when I see how badly non-Catholics understand it (Papal Infallibility).
Dunnow if that mess answered any questions really, but my email is in my profile, feel free to ask anything else you want.