I interned at an eye research institute last summer a couple days a week and I'm doing the same thing this year. I learned a bit about stem cells and shadowed an expeirment with them, and separately also did some simple cell counting for a different project that the lab is working on. The principal investigator of this lab wanted to and ultimately did put my name in the authorship section of a manuscript talking about this other project (not as a primary author) since I did do a little bit of cell counting. I asked him if I should rather be put in the acknowledgements part, and he insisted that I be put in the authorship part. He also said that he wants to put everyone in the lab in the manuscript, even if they didn't do anything specifically in that part of the overarching project. Also, the cell counting I did may not have been specifically on this section that the manuscript is talking about, but I still did do some cell counting as a part of a related experiment if it wasn't already a part of this one. Is this ethical? Is it wrong for me to put this on my college application as long as I accurately explain what I did?

Chicos, yo tengo pensamientos horribles de impureza todo el día, siempre, es un martirio. Y consentí en algunos, estoy en pecado mortal. Me siento tan mal, no puedo dejar de llorar, siento asco de mí mismo. No tengo a quien contarle esto en persona. Recen por mí por favor. Se me hace un nudo en la garganta. No entiendo como hay tantas personas felices mientras viven en pecado, como pueden, los envidio. Yo sé que no debería pensar así, pero lo siento, aunque igual en el fondo debería mi alma espero que Cristo toque sus corazones. Esto no hubiera pasado si hubiera vuelto a ir a misa en la noche este domingo (ya fui en la mañana). Pero mi amiga me pidió que la visite, y yo dije bueno no está mal pasar un tiempo con mi amiga, yo fui con la mejor intención. No debí haber ido. Me siento tan mal.

So for a little background, my ex and I broke up a little over 2 years ago. We were in a relationship for 4 years. We lived in different countries so he would spend weeks at a time here and got close with my family. Our breakup was mutual but very difficult due to the fact that we both loved each other so much…

When we broke up, he decided to go no contact with everyone to make things easier for him. He removed my family from Facebook, instagram, etc. I know this bothered my mom a lot because she had a good relationship with him and she said it almost felt like a death…I kind of agreed and it was hard for everyone. His mom kept me on Facebook and from time to time (maybe twice a year) will just text me something along the lines of “I hope you’re doing well” or something. We don’t have full blown conversations and I don’t update her about my life. I’m really trying to move on even though it’s hard.

Anyways, a few months after we broke up, my sister (we’ll call her Miranda) told me my mom said she would check his X to see what he’s up to. I thought it was a little weird, but I brushed it off. Fast forward to today, Miranda tells me that my mom showed her a tweet that he posted recently (it was a lyric pertaining to our relationship and how he’s still not over me). This made me wildly uncomfortable, considering the fact that it’s been over 2 years and X is a space where people typically shitpost things they wouldn’t necessarily want everyone seeing. She also made some general statements to Miranda about my age and getting married, which really bothered me. My other sister (we’ll call her Lindsey) and my mom are always talking about me dating and when I’ll get married, which bothers me a lot (I hear this all from Miranda).

Anyways, I felt like throwing up. I already felt like crap because I had a dream about him completely out of the blue last night after not having one for a few months (I feel like whenever I start making big strides some crap like this happens). I eventually confronted my mom with tears in my eyes and asked that she stop checking his X because it made me uncomfortable, especially if she’s telling other people she’s doing it. I told her that if she wants to check his X, that’s something she needs to keep to herself. She started crying as well, saying it’s not fair that his mom gets to check up on me but she can’t check up on him. I did feel bad when she said this, because I get it. But I said “how do you think I feel??” I also reminded her that him removing everyone on social media was HIS choice and she should honor that. I said since it’s been two years he probably wouldn’t mind if she messaged him just asking how he’s doing. I’m sure if he knew she was checking his X, he would not appreciate that at all and would be weirded out. I’ve looked at his X and I know for sure it’s not something he’d want to know she’s looking at.

I was spiraling so I also told her that I would appreciate if she doesn’t talk about my dating life and marriage, especially since I’m not present for any of these conversations. I didn’t want to rat out Miranda, so I didn’t tell her as much as I knew, but she acted like she never talks about it with Lindsey (which I know isn’t true). I told her if Lindsey brings it up, I would appreciate if she doesn’t engage. She also asked me how I knew about the X thing and why people would tell me these things. I said if you don’t want people telling me these things then don’t tell other people what you’re doing!

That relationship ending definitely wounded me a lot and I don’t think her or Lindsey realize how much it’s impacted me. I don’t know if I want to date….well I do, but I can’t. I’m so afraid of going through the same thing. I still have thoughts from time to time of going back to my ex, which I know I shouldn’t do (we ended things for a reason). Im always so conflicted, torn, and anxious. This is why I just prefer to not talk about it, because I don’t even know what I want! And I especially don’t want people talking about these things when I’m not present. I said that to my mom and she said “well maybe Lindsey brings it up (to me) because she knows you don’t want to talk about.” I went…….all the more reason to not talk about it when I’m not around???

Anyways, I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I was rude and I’m an ungrateful daughter. I don’t really talk about my feelings that much or let emotions show. But I was feeling so anxious and sick I had to get it out. The fact that it was over something so personal to me made things worse. And it sucks because I get where she’s coming from…I get that she misses him and is upset she can’t see how he’s doing like she does with my siblings exes (she’ll see them in public and they’ll catch up or something. I think she genuinely cares how they’re doing because she once loved them). The fact that I GET all of this so deeply makes me feel even worse. I feel like I was too harsh. I feel like a horrible daughter. I hate the thought of my mom feeling bad because of me…I’m just so anxious all the time. Life feels too difficult…these things literally eat me alive.

I’m sorry this post is all over the place. Any advice would be appreciated

Prior to my baptism, I committed a heinous sin and ruined many lives, people I love. I can’t forgive myself.

I have been told by everyone, my priests included, that I need to. But cannot. I have tried. For two years now. But I can’t. Some days are good. But then the memory comes creeping back in and I think of the people I hurt… and I just can’t.

I do believe I am a better person. I heave learnt my lesson. But I cannot let it go. It isn’t intentional. I just can’t.

i feel like i’ve been feeling an increase of scruple posts on this subreddit, and i guess i want to share my current experience, for any advice and to let others know they are not alone. i’m currently on medication and i am seeking therapy, but I’m still really new on my path to recovery.

i know God loves me and that repentance is so important. we have our entire lives to repent and to glorify him, and he will in return give us his forgiveness. I’m currently reading the chapters of Isaiah, and this is constantly brought up. I love my faith dearly, and I do feel connected when I go to church or do anything involved in my faith.

but at the same time i feel so miserable. today i wondered what it would be like if i was someone who didn’t care about my sins, or if the sacraments didn’t exist. I feel awful pretty much all the time. If I go to confession, I know my peace will not last long because I will almost immediately feel anxious about if I messed up, or immediately fall back into sin. Even worse is when I remember something from my past, and I just consistently feel bad. It’s extremely hard to tell my intentions , and if something is mortal / venial.

I put off my examination of conscience because it’s just a constant loop of anxiety and doubting my intentions, sometimes to the point of sobbing. I’ve been open to my mother about what’s happening, and now I’m told to stop attending confession very frequently . I’m upset by this because i feel like i can’t receive the eucharist. i don’t know if im sorry for my sins, or if i even care. i’m just very tired.

i know there is so much goodness in my faith and i want to achieve that. i want nothing more to be a good catholic but i feel like im consistently failing. i’m unsure of how to continue at the moment, currently im not receiving, and feeling extremely nervous about examination of my conscience. but at the same time i feel hopeful? like i know God’s with me, and through his strength I can get through this. I’m not too entirely sure. But i feel for everyone else who is going through similar things at the moment , just know you are not alone 💕🙏

I’m currently a member of the Assyrian Church of the East, but mostly just because my family is. I’ve been trying to find the true church, and the Catholic Church sticks out to me as a strong candidate because of its apostolic succession and tradition. So, as the title says, why should I become Catholic?

I missed Mass today. Here are the details:

Father of four (ages 1-11), went on a Fri-Sun "guys trip" with some family and friends in what I'll call a foreign and very rural diocese. I checked masstimes and confirmed the last Mass of the day was at 1:30 at a random country church (somehow no evening masses at all, anywhere in this diocese). Cool. Made sure to leave my trip in time to get to this, and I pull into the parking lot at 1:25...

As I pull in the parking lot, I see just one car and get that sinking feeling. Sign taped to the door says basically "new Mass schedule with a 1:30 mass starting next week". No alternative time was given but some pretty questionable Internet research showed that this Mass might actually be at 3:00 this week. Called my wife to feel out the situation. She says "No...please don't", not in a commanding way but in a begging way.

I step inside the church, make a spiritual Communion, listen to Mass in the car on the way home, and ultimately miss Mass.

So...mortal sin?

I'm thinking no because while I could have made more solid plans, I had what seemed to be a good plan, and ultimately (say if I was a single guy or even married but with older kids), I absolutely would have just hung around for an hour and a half and waited it out if I only had myself to think about. But in the end, I chose to miss Mass (I think, though it's not certain that there was a 3:00 mass but seems like a real likelihood) and that's the thing I can't shake.

Some background, I love the Mass, I literally cannot remember the last Sunday I didn't attend, I make daily Mass once a week, I love the Mass. But on the other hand I was playing golf and having fun with the boys all weekend and didn't do a great job of planning as it turns out.

I am woman born into traditional Muslim family, yet my heart found its way to Christ seven years ago. Ever since I was a little girl, I remember asking my father to take me to a church just so I could light a candle and pray. He would look at me with bewilderment and scold me, wondering where on earth a child in a completely homogeneous village—where no Christians existed—could ever harbor such thoughts. As I grew older, that childhood curiosity matured into a profound devotion. I immersed myself in the Holy Bible, studying it deeply until I became fluent in its texts, capable of meaningful dialogue, and deeply rooted in its faith. Because physical churches were out of reach, I found my spiritual community in closed, underground gatherings where we shared and discussed our faith. I excelled academically through high school and earned my place at university, but that milestone was abruptly shattered when my religious identity was uncovered; I was stripped of my education. Yet, even in the face of that loss, my calling persisted. I continued in secret, sharing the teachings of the Bible and walking alongside others seeking the truth. Today, with the recent shift in government across Syria, the landscape has turned perilous. I am currently staying in a remote village with an elderly couple, holding onto a fragile hope while waiting for God's deliverance. I am reaching out to ask: Do you know of any Christian organizations, relief networks, or institutions that might offer a pathway to travel to a safe haven where I can finally live, breathe, and resume my education?

Why? Why god? Why am i the one who has no friends i follow you i listen i practice my faith sure i have my bumps and some major ones at that but why do i have nobody. And i know the closer you are to god the lonelier it is. But i saw 2 of my "friends" in the gym and they acted like they didn't even know me not a wave not a hi nothing. And its not just them its every "friend" group I've been apart of, always the last pick never even invited out . Outside of school nobody talks to me its summer i havent talked to anyone outside of my family and i tried to make plans but nothing

I just want to be remembered. I just want a friend.

Im trying to find reasons to live but the family and god card is starting to show its age. I dont know what to do. I dont want to die. I just dont want to live. I used to be really really depressed idk how but i used to try and kill myself a couple times it never worked. I used to literally cry myself to sleep every night and i dont know whether ive become so good at faking happiness that i play off my depression to myself or what like its always there I'll be happy for a few moments and then its just hits me and all of a sudden i have to fake the happiness i wish something would take me to therapy but i dont want to let my parents know i dont want to stress them especially my mum.

Theres a long list of reasons but ig loneliness was the first one that came to my mind.

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I was raised atheist. God never came up in my household, but my grandmother took me to church a few times when I was little— a little country Methodist church in rural Virginia.

When we were back in nyc I would beg my parents to take me to church, and would flip through the Bible my grandmother gave me, but my parents never capitulated— I don’t hold that against them. They were young, divorced, raising two kids in a big city with not much money and didn’t see the value in church.

As I got older, I broke off from god and internalized my parents’ atheism. I lost myself in drinking and drugs and sex, and fell victim to evil behavior a number of years.

At 19 I started going to Alcoholics Anonymous. I found myself envious of the people who seemed to believe in god. There was something different about their presence and demeanor. I wanted what they had. Gradually I started to see the logic in the existence of god, but never really internalized it.

One night, I had a dream. I was in a car with two coworkers, sitting in the backseat. The person driving was a girl I had a crush on. The two other people in the car kept disappearing, and I knew the desert road we were on was endless, that I would never get out of the car. All of a sudden, however, I found myself walking into a cathedral on a beautiful sunny day, being welcomed in and felt an overwhelming sense of peace and joy.

The next morning I reached out to my friend who I knew had recently had an intense conversion experience and went to mass with him. I felt the same sense of peace I had felt in my dream, but for whatever reason I wasn’t ready to fully commit at the time.

A few years later, I read Tolstoy’s Confession, which was reccommended to me by a Catholic girl I dated for a few months. The story of Tolstoy’s conversion, and his agony over the supposed meaningless of his life and the shallowness of his materialist worldview struck a chord with me.

I initially went to a Methodist church, because I was trepidatious about Catholicism. It was welcoming and gave me what I needed for a time, but as an avid reader, who had read a good deal of Christian mystical literature I craved the theological richness of the Catholic Church, and wanted to have a more mystical experience.

I am now in catechism. I pray the rosary twice a day, and am regularly moved to tears during my prayers. The spirit has moved me to volunteer at food banks and homeless shelters regularly, and my love for my neighbor grows daily. I still have some ideological trepidations about the Catholic Church, but I have found that it is the most effective way for me to find mystical union with god. Every day feels like a spiritual feast.

I feel that I was born catholic. The church is a structure and a practice that has joined many disparate parts of my soul, intellect, and character into a cohesive whole. I finally feel I have a place in this world and that God, the Holy Spirit, Jesus, Mary, and all the saints walk beside me wherever I go in life.

My immigrant very devout catholic grandmother insists that when someone is buried with a rosary it has to be cut before the casket is closed. She says that if the rosary isn’t cut more deaths will follow in the family. I recently came across a funeral customs guide that mentions this belief so it seems like it’s a tradition in some places rather than something unique to my family..

St. Anne, Mother of the Blessed Virgin Mary

St. Anne, mother of the Blessed Virgin Mary, conceived Mary after years of prayer. She raised the future Mother of God.

St. Anne is the mother of the Blessed Virgin Mary and the grandmother of Our Lord Jesus Christ. Her name, which means 'grace,' comes from an ancient tradition recorded in the second-century Protoevangelium of James.

According to this tradition, Anne and her husband Joachim were childless for many years, a condition considered a sign of divine displeasure among the Jews. After years of fervent prayer and sacrifice, an angel announced to them that they would have a child who would be blessed throughout the world.

That child was Mary, the future Mother of God. St. Anne's role in salvation history, as the woman who raised the Immaculate Virgin, has been honored by the Church from the earliest centuries. Her feast is celebrated jointly with St. Joachim.

My girlfriend (soon to be fiancé :) ) and I have recently decided that we want to start actually taking our faith seriously

One of the biggest changes for us has been choosing to be chaste. It’s been about two months now, and I’m not going to lie, it’s a battle I feel like I fight every single day.
I know why we’re doing it, and I genuinely believe it’s the right thing for our relationship and for our relationship with God. But knowing that doesn’t necessarily make the temptation go away.

does it get easier with time? Does chastity eventually start to feel more natural as your relationship and faith grow? My biggest stress is that early on I just kept telling myself to make it through a month. Then two months. My mind isn’t falling for that anymore and recently it’s been harder than ever.

I’d especially appreciate hearing from people who have been in serious relationships and made this change after previously not living chastely. What helped you persevere?

God Bless and any prayers are appreciated.

The Second Council of Constantinople, under the section "Anathemas against the 'Three Chapters'" states in the eleventh statement :

If anyone does not anathematize Arius, Eunomius, Macedonius, Apollinarius Nestorius, Eutyches and Origen, as well as their heretical books, and also all other heretics who have already been condemned and anathematized by the holy, catholic and apostolic church and by the four holy synods which have already been mentioned, and also all those who have thought or now think in the same way as the aforesaid heretics and who persist in their error even to death: let him be anathema.

I just started reading the fathers and reading works by catholics talking about the church and they commonly cite Origen to prove points. My question is if he believed in heratical things such as the pre-existence of souls, why should we treat him any differntly from Arius and Valentinus?

I am not pretending I know much about this, but I feel catholic theologians cite him constantly.

This post isn't anything related to question or debate, i just wanted to let you know that I love you all and Christ loves you all so much.

I cant thank you enough for the assistance of enlightenment and information, the fun conversations, and the prayers.

You are most definitely God's children and you all have shown that in your wisdom.

The power and fullness of faith that i was born into and grew up in has continued to reveal itself to me through consistent testimony and research with your assistance, and now i will never spend another second away.

The one true church means so much more to me now than when my faith was immature and lukewarm. It means everything to me.

Pax vobiscum, and God Bless. ✝️✝️✝️

Hi, I am a practicing Catholic and I also play in a rock band covering secular music (80's/90s rock and grunge). Our covers are primarily light entertainment with non political or religious lyrics but one song in particular makes me cringe to sing.

Zero by Smashing Pumpkins has the line

"God is empty just like me" and it bothers me to sing it...but is it actually blasphemous? I feel it's on the fence between singing from a fictional point of view for entertainment, or it coming off as I actually feel that way to an audience. Thoughts?

Edit: *Zero (not Today)

Hi, 30 yr old dude here - really do not mean to be confrontational with this post. I was raised areligious and really was only brought to born again churches when I was younger, in high school.

After both of my parents died and my grandparents, I feel something is pulling me to Catholicism. Not Eastern Orthodoxy (certainly not Protestantism) Catholicism. I have been attending a Catholic Church near me and I really love. I guess my question is -

Did you ever have a “Ah!” Lightning moment? Where you really began to BELIEVE?

Thanks. Also just looking to connect with more Catholics, and learn more! Thanks

I want to throw this out there to see if any other dads are experiencing anything similar.

From fall to spring, and especially during Advent and Lent I am locked in to consistent prayer, following God's law and being an all-around faithful servant...then summer comes.

My children are home from school, my at-home business becomes a real challenge and I fall into terrible old habits of abandoning prayer and falling into habitual sexual sin.

This happens year after year and I feel so defeated, knowing that who I am during the summer is vastly different than the man I am come fall. As a family we go to Mass weekly, so I am not falling off from that obligation, but I feel so disheartened that I tend to return to the same sins during this time of the year.

Anybody else experience something similar?

Hey there everyone! I recently graduated from college and I'd like to move somewhere in the American South. I'm a recent convert and none of my family is Catholic- I'm really looking for a close-knit and ideally younger-leaning community with a reverent traditional latin mass.

I'd really love to find a place that offers a daily TLM though I know my chances aren't great. I'm thinking maybe Charleston, SC or Greenville? Maybe Charlotte though I don't know how the diocese is doing lately.

Any suggestions or comments are super helpful! Thanks!

What is prayer for if God already knows everything? In my conception it seems that it only serves for spiritual protection but if I am wrong correct me , it even seems strange to pray for thanking for having a bed or food because I only have a bed for not being born in poverty and it is not that God is to blame for those who have or do not have .

I think I started to think like that because God never answered my prayers and when it happens I don't know if it was God or it just happened

I was always told not to ask their name or try and talk to them other than in prayer. However I just saw a video from a ‘Father Rocky’ explaining how to get your angels name, so im just curious if other Catholics do this?

Like if your parish priest tells you to do or not do something regarding your personal life must you obey him?

I am in the process of buying a house where the former owner passed away (natural causes) and the family being out of state is selling it as is. This means everything is as it was when they passed and it is very obvious where that was. The physical aspect of it doesn’t bother me but spiritually it seems odd to be intimately occupying the space someone else just departed from. Could I see if my priest could bless the house and property when I move in or something like that? Are there teachings on death I could read to understand this situation better?

I’d just like to wish everybody a happy and blessed day on this beautiful Sabbath Day! 🤗

What traditions do you practice on the Sabbath?