When I was a young child my parents took my brother and I to a church, I believe it was a Baptist Church. It was the same Church that belonged to a couple of my parent's friends.
I don't remember much about my church experience there. We spent most of our time in Sunday School. They had toys which we thought were cool. I'm sure they taught us some basics about Jesus and the Bible but I don't recall anything about it.
I only ever being in a worship service once. It was because it was the baptism of one of my parent's friends mentioned above. I remember that it was done by immersion. They also offered communion or sacrament, and they served wine or grape juice for this ceremony.
Outside of my limited experience at the Baptist Church most of my religious experience was colored by Catholicism. My mom's family was from Italy and like most Italians they had a Catholic heritage. I remember Nona (Italian for grandmother, my maternal grandmother) had lots of religious icons. She had a large crucifix and some rosary beads that I remember.
There was some conflict in terms of religion when I was born. Nona had wanted me to be christened and baptized into the Catholic church as a baby. My parents declined to does this which caused some tension with her. Though I never officially participated in Catholicism, I learned a lot about it from my mother and Nona and see it as part of my spiritual heritage. Later in my Church experience when others would bash or belittle the Catholic faith I tried to defend Catholicism because of my connection with loved ones that were Catholic,
Have you ever attended a worship service of a religion that wasn't the one you were raised in? How did it make you feel?
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