For a host of complicated reasons, my Mom decided not to have me christened Catholic. She figured I could join the Church myself when I was older if I chose. And I grew up assuming that I would do just that. Apart from the Jews and Protestants on my father's side, my family was overwhelmingly Catholic, after all.
I majored in Religion and Classics in college. One of my professors was a Jewish scholar deeply involved in interfaith dialogue. He believes in giving his students the lived-experience of different faiths. So he'd happily bring us into the city (Manhattan) to go to different services.
Two places stood out for me: St. Mary the Virgin--an insanely 'high' Episcopal church in the Anglo-Catholic tradition. That church has so much incense that people call the place Smoky Mary's. (And people used to pass out from incense poisoning on an alarmingly regular basis. I think they've cut it down just a trifle since then.)
The other place is B'nai Jeshurum--affectionately known as B.J's--a formerly Conservative, but now independent synagogue on the Upper West Side. BJ's has wonderful Friday night sevices. People pour their hearts into the singing and then get up and dance down the aisles. I loved the music and the whole spirit of the place--so much so that I didn't mind that the service was all in Hebrew. I just learned to follow the transliterations and translations.
I couldn't take the incense of Smoky Mary's all the time--but I did make BJ's a fairly regular place of worship. Even though I still intended to become Catholic.
But when I actually sat down for the RCIA classes--well, I realized that my own views have very little in common with the Church's teaching on anything! I couldn't even say the creed. I could only get as far as saying, "We believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty..." before I'd let my voice trail off.
If I'd been a cradle Catholic, I wouldn't have cared. I'd have said everything I needed to say by the time I was 12 at my Confirmation--and if, later on, my beliefs didn't line up with the Church's I don't know that it would have troubled me much. But it was an entirely different matter to tell a priest I accept the creed as an adult when I had one argument after another.
(If it'd just been a question of me thinking that the Church should ordain women and marry gays--well, in that case, I would have gone on with my plan to become Catholic. The Church can stand such opinions, after all. And I could discuss those issues with even conservative priests without horrifying them. But it's different to question fundamental things like the Trinity.)
This was a real crisis for me, because I always assumed that I was meant to be a Catholic and Catholicism seemed deeply embedded in the culture I grew up in. It didn't occur to me to look elsewhere--even though I was attending synagogues in Manhattan and more locally on a regular basis!
I'd known for a long time that I was very Jewish in outlook--and that even my pecularities in theology (I'm a monist) wouldn't raise an eyebrow in Judaism. But I still didn't think to convert, because Judaism is decidedly not a creedal religion. It's one thing to say you agree with many of the teachings of Judaism--but it's another thing entirely to say that, for better or for worse, you want to be part of the people Israel.
And when you do say it--well, for me, I only said it because I didn't think I had any choice, lol. I had gradually come to feel that, figuratively, at least (and maybe literally) I had stood at Sinai and accepted the Covenant. (In fact, after my conversion, my rabbi said that even though he was welcoming me into Judaism, there was something awfully familiar about me--we had met at Sinai
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So this is a long-winded way of explaining that I do take the Church's doctrine seriously--so seriously that it kept me out of the Church! (Which turned out to be a very good thing, despite what I thought at the time.)