Last night I finally got the courage to tell my dad about my decision to become a Catholic. I had told my mom and my grandma a week earlier. They are all evangelical, but also pretty open. Still, it was a difficult (but necessary) thing to do. All of them seemed pretty shocked. Looking back I should’ve been more open about where my journey was taking me. I assumed that they understood that as an Anglican I was close to Catholicism anyway. I guess they weren’t aware of how close I actually was. They definitely weren’t aware of how Catholic my theological and social thought had become in the last 6 months. Their response was generally quite supportive, but with some reservations (which from their vantage point I wholly understand). But, taking the honest, direct approach allowed me to clear the air on the whole religion issue, which I think will allow us to be more honest about it in the future. I love and trust my family and looking back alot of my fear was unwarranted. Considering nearly every one of my Christian friends growing up no longer attends any church, I think they’re happy I’m somewhere doing my best to discern God’s will.