Oh yes!  I am receiving the Precious Blood of Jesus Christ in all the sacraments.  I used to go for the community, hello, how are you with donuts and coffee.

I used to be an unrepentant sinner for a long time before I was a traditional Catholic. I still remember the first traditional idea that inspired me to look for the truth. It was this: One day is suddenly occured to me that it was wrong to have relations with a woman while preventing conception. The moment I thought it I thought it was true and I never forgot it. After a while of searching for the truth I finally came to the traditional Catholic faith. I wonder now if that first traditional thought was inspired by God or my guardian angel in order to lead me to the faith.

Does anyone else who converted to the traditional Catholic faith have an important thought or inspiration that was most important in leading you to the faith?

You need to specify what you're talking about.

Converting from obstinate sin and converting to the Faith are different things.

What were you when you had that thought?

It started for me when I decided to really make the Eucharist my true object of the Mass. I had realized that my focus in Mass had been on the homily and that I was treating the Blessed Sacrament as an afterthought. The first step was to receive the Host on the tongue, then gradually from there I began kneeling. The knowledge of how much I was embarrassing myself in front of my fellow parishioners, being scorned by the occasional priest, and the pain of slamming my knees down on hard marble floors, spurned me into looking for a Church that actually used their altar rails. I'd be so self conscious knowing I was the only one kneeling that I'd break out into a cold sweat every time. I didn't want to be one of "those" people!

But I had to do it.

It was then and only then that I overcame my hatred of traditional Catholicism and actually gave an SSPX chapel a shot. It also helps that I have John Vennari as an in-law (I had no idea how accomplished he was in these circles)! Things opened up with incredible speed once I started chiseling away. At times, I still feel like I've been shot out of a cannon!

Before I ever even had a "Traditional thought," I believe I had Traditional inclinations, or more accurately, a specific disinclination to the Novus Ordo itself.

When I was a small child, literally all of the things I disliked about going to Mass were specifically Novus Ordo novelties and perversions: I hated starting things off by sheepishly saying "Good morning, Father" with everyone else. I hated the lifeless repetitions of the "responsorial psalms" and the "prayer of the faithful." I hated the boring, insipid homilies. I hated receiving Holy Communion under both species and from the hands of pinched-faced, chopped-haired old women. I despised the insipid, corny songs (particularly "Here I Am, Lord" and "One Bread, One Body"). And I abhorred being forced to engage in the smarmily phony handshakes and smiles and various and sundry other "signs of peace." And I hated the general atmosphere of effeminacy, which led to the still-remembered family scandal wherein, at the age of five, I loudly denigrated going to Mass as "sissy stuff."

All of this naturally laid the groundwork for my departure from any practice of religion immediately after my Confirmation. More than a decade of godless hedonism followed before personal crises drove me back to the the only Church I'd ever known - the Novus Ordo.

But shortly after this, by God's Grace, I found the Traditional Mass and a whole plethora of Traditional books which I spent more than a year voraciously devouring. So my coming to Tradition had less to do, I think, with a single "Eureka" moment of rational realization than it did with the natural hunger I had found sated at last by bread and fish after a lifetime of being fed stones and serpents.

Before I ever even had a "Traditional thought," I believe I had Traditional inclinations, or more accurately, a specific disinclination to the Novus Ordo itself.

When I was a small child, literally all of the things I disliked about going to Mass were specifically Novus Ordo novelties and perversions: I hated starting things off by sheepishly saying "Good morning, Father" with everyone else. I hated the lifeless repetitions of the "responsorial psalms" and the "prayer of the faithful." I hated the boring, insipid homilies. I hated receiving Holy Communion under both species and from the hands of pinched-faced, chopped-haired old women. I despised the insipid, corny songs (particularly "Here I Am, Lord" and "One Bread, One Body"). And I abhorred being forced to engage in the smarmily phony handshakes and smiles and various and sundry other "signs of peace." And I hated the general atmosphere of effeminacy, which led to the still-remembered family scandal wherein, at the age of five, I loudly denigrated going to Mass as "sissy stuff."

All of this naturally laid the groundwork for my departure from any practice of religion immediately after my Confirmation. More than a decade of godless hedonism followed before personal crises drove me back to the the only Church I'd ever known - the Novus Ordo.

But shortly after this, by God's Grace, I found the Traditional Mass and a whole plethora of Traditional books which I spent more than a year voraciously devouring. So my coming to Tradition had less to do, I think, with a single "Eureka" moment of rational realization than it did with the natural hunger I had found sated at last by bread and fish after a lifetime of being fed stones and serpents.

Great post, BTNYC. Sounds very similar to my experience. We only differ in time away and I never had such a great moment as you did as a 5 year old. Great story!

I specifically remember after 5th grade not wanting to continue in Saturday morning CCD class that was about 4 hours if I recall correctly. My mother agreed and was scandalized that no one else in my class even knew the simplest of prayers like the Angelic Salutation. They did not even bother to teach it. From that point we basically stopped attending Mass. I can assure you that I did not call the shots in the family, so they must have been aware that they too were not being fed and found it pointless.  

i also remember walking in on my 80 year old grandmother on her knees praying her rosary and wondered why she bothered with it. That was enough for me to know that there must be something there that I was missing. What a tragedy it has all been for us.