I love the Church. I love the connection it gives me to Jesus and God, I love the order and discipline, and I love the Eucharist.
I am just sorry I came to it so late in life. (I am 58.)
The handwriting was on the wall in ECUSA back in the 70s, but I was reluctant to leave because I had had quite a time finagling my dear husband into the Episcopal church from the Methodists, he is the grandson of a Methodist minister, a very dear and devout man who I have no doubt is in heaven this very minute. I hesitated even after the latest unpleasantness began, until one day he announced that if ECUSA voted to approve homosexual marriage we were going to RCIA. You could have knocked me down with a feather . . . of course I had not considered in my calculations that his mom was Catholic (and Irish Catholic at that) before she married his dad.
But my hubby is like Dickens's beefsteak - he has to be humored, not drove - and he had to come to that decision on his own without any pushing from me.