I usually find a Catholic church to visit at least a few times a year. It’s not my home anymore, but there are some traditions that are still dear to my heart. I have family in the Catholic church. I have friends there. And if you ask me if I’m Catholic, I’ll still say “yes” even though I choose to worship at a Protestant church.
I’m not the only one. I have Catholic friends who haven’t set foot in a church since they turned eighteen, but they still identify as Catholics. It’s more than a religion. It’s an identity. Some of these friends still believe and practice their faith privately. Others believe in God and love Christ and they find other churches to worship in, but, like me, they still consider themselves to be Catholic. Some no longer have faith at all, yet they still call themselves Catholics.
Then again, some of them include the word “recovering” in that description…
I’m also Jewish. My father was never big on tradition, especially of the religious kind, but my grandparents lovingly reminded me of my heritage even as they mourned my Catholicism. Judaism is as much a part of me as being a brunette…I can cover it up if I choose, but why?