And having done the math, it's the 95th Sunday in a row that I haven't attended church. It beats my personal best by a week (which was established last week, beating my personal best by a week, ad infinitum).
As stated in my first post, I haven't attended church (or even been in a Catholic church) since Easter 2008.
I did, however, take communion once last year, though that was kind of a freak thing. I went and visited my 92-year-old great-aunt and great-uncle, and a nun was there administering mass to them since they're shut-ins. We all got to talking -- the nun was a very nice lady, not really fitting into the nun stereotype of being strict and humorless -- and I mentioned that I was Catholic. I didn't mention that I had all but left the church at that time, because I figured that two 92-year-olds and a nun would be the wrong audience to discuss such a thing. So the nun was going to administer communion to them, and she asked if I wanted to take communion as well. I'm not really the argumentative type, especially since all three people were really nice and I didn't care to start any confrontation or otherwise rub them the wrong way. So I had communion and played along. No harm, no foul, I suppose. And if I was to be in that situation again I'd do it again. I have no problem with any individual Catholics -- it's the church and its teachings and traditions that I have the problem with.
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