Why all the rejection?

Here is a comment that a woman made on a forum. This is just part of a long on going conversation so please understand there is a context to this statement that was made to a Catholic...

"Christ loves you: He loves you when you are your worst: get baptized as a christian: feel God inside"

This is my response!

"Catholics are Christian. To not know that is ignorance of the worst kind. If you would like I will provide to you the creeds that do indeed say that we believe in One God in three persons! We believe in one Baptism for the forgiveness of sins. We believe in the resurrection of the dead... exc...

Second, as a Protestant I was baptized, after the age of reason. I still did not know what glories God had in store for me! I still do not know what wonders he still has for me. That is for him to know. What I do know is I am able to recive God inside of me every single day of every single week. Not just spiritually, but physically. I have an intimate relationship with God that you can only dream. I am able to embrace him and take him inside of my body. I am able to sit in his physical presents and love and adore him! Your church may have the Holy Spirit, but we have both the Holy Spirit and the Son! We have the angels to carry our prayers and to help us worship the one true living God. Your tabernacle is empty and your alter useless! BTW the only reason ours is not useless is because Jesus Christ himself commanded us to give him the sacrifice of praise in the Eucharist. He gave us the ability to partake of his physical body and blood. He gave us everlasting life as a gift that all we have to do is receive it. However, you reject it. You reject his body, his blood, his Holy Church, his children."

It has been TOO LONG and this is all I have...

The Vase sits alone in the corner of the room. She has been mishandled and abused by previous owners. Now she just sits and waits for someone new.
He first noticed the vase several years ago. He has studied the curves and imperfections. He so desires to pick it up, but is so very fearful of harming the delicate structure.
The vase sits watching people come and go. She wants to make her desires known to all, but she just sits and gathers dust and grime. She is fearful she will be picked by the wrong person.
He decides he cannot take it anymore and it is time for action. He goes over and runs his so soft hands over the vases cool exterior. He carefully avoids the broken parts. He holds the her so very close.
The vase, finally, is touched. It feels wonderful. He is so very gentle with her. She knows he will never hurt her; she is afraid he will get too close and cut himself on her sharp edges.
He sees the mess he is in now. The built-up dirt and grime is now on him. He wants to keep the vase, but has no place for her in his bachelors pad. He feels dirty and wrong as he puts her back.
The vase is now more noticeable, but who really wants or has space for a cracked vase? She sits and waits. Longing for his touch, not sure what he she wants to hold and protect her from the world.