I remember, not long after I became Catholic, there were a few stalwart Methodist women who came to an enchilada supper we were having. One of them stopped me and asked why she hadn't seen me at church for so long, I told her I had become a Catholic. I expected a lecture or at the least a disapproving scowl but she just said how glad she was that I had found a home for my faith. I truly think she meant it.
Growing up Methodist we had so many things that were Catholic but I always felt that something was missing. It was in the Methodist Church that I found my faith and committed myself to God, married and baptized my children, it was my home until I found a beautiful mansion.