My Family Didn't Get It...
When I first converted, I thought my family would at least try to understand. Instead, it was the opposite. They thought I believed they were âbad people.â Thought I was becoming some extreme religious guy who looked down on them. And if Iâm being honestâat the start, I probably did judge them too. Itâs hard when you find something so true, so life-changingâand the people closest to you donât just reject it, they dismiss it entirely. It made the beginning of my faith journey really difficult. I wanted them to see what I saw. To realize what I realized. To understand why I couldnât live the same way anymore. But no matter how much I explained, how many discussions I had, it didnât click for them. And I had to learn a tough truth: they may never get it. That realization used to frustrate me, but now Iâve come to accept it. One thing that helped along the way was learning how to bring those frustrations to Mary. She watched her Son be misunderstood, mocked, and rejectedâby the very people He came to save. When I started praying the Rosary more consistently, I wasnât just repeating wordsâI was learning to carry my suffering like she did: with love, not bitterness. Not everyone will see the world the way you do. Not everyone will understand why you live the way you live. And thatâs okay. The answer isnât to force it. Itâs to lead by example. Itâs easy to judge, to wish people were different, to feel resentment for the tension that faith can sometimes bring into relationships. But Christ calls us to something harderâto love anyway. To be patient. To pray for them. To focus on our own holiness instead of trying to fix everyone else. Maryâs patience has taught me a lot. If youâre the only Catholic in your family, I get it. Itâs tough. But stay the course. Stay faithful. God doesnât need you to win debatesâHe needs you to live in a way that makes people curious. And when the time is right, maybeâjust maybeâtheyâll start to wonder why you have something they donât.