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The Baptist Church is the largest church in the Small Town. Most of my classmates that I ran around with went to that church. It was really hard around Revival Time...they would come to school all fired up. I remember being invited once, and, when I asked my mom about going, she said no. Then she followed that with, "If you ever do go, when they call people to the front, don't go." They would huddle together, quizzing each other on Bible verses. Me? I had my Baltimore Catechism, but I never took it to school.
We were the strange, don't eat meat on Fridays during Lent people. I don't remember anybody asking me about my religion, or why we do some things that we do. It was almost like they thought they were better than us; it was almost prideful. Maybe they just didn't care. Of course, I didn't ask them either, but they didn't seem to have the traditions that Catholics have...except for the revivals. Oh, and the Singing Christmas Tree.
When you're growing up, you want to fit in. You don't want to be isolated; you want to belong. To this day, if I find out someone is a Catholic, it's like there's an instant bond. It's kind of a "Let's stick together" kind of thing.
When I was in college, I went to a Christian Concert. Toward the end, a survey was sent around, and one of the questions was if I felt something positive during the concert. I said yes, and the next week I get something congratulating me for getting saved! Talk about being confused!!! Nowhere on the survey was there anything about being "saved". (Catholics believe that being saved is a life-long process...there's not just one instance that will "save" you.)
One of the Christian Groups at school invited friends to meetings, but not me. They pretty much left the Catholics alone. I guess they didn't realize that we are Christians, too! More isolation.
Getting back to my growing up years: I don't know if the Presbyterians or Methodists felt the isolation that I did. It would be interesting to know!