tamlin
June 3rd 2004, 10:37 PM
"Why did you decide to be a Catholic?"
>
> Once you asked me the above question, a very good question, and I have
> been thinking about it ever since. By the time I get through with this
> you will wish you have never mentioned the subject! Because you are my
> friends I know
> that you will tolerate me as I try to answer it.
>
> I want to first say that I am not an expert on anything, except
> possibly parts of my job, and am a pathetic Christian in any case.
> Further, I am a miserable unregenerate sinner who evaded the whole
> issue of Christ until my wife became ill and I was terrified that she
> would die, and I promised God anything if she would be allowed to
> live. (Can you imagine me as a single father, with Adam and Emerald?
> Enough said about that.) Although she denies
> it, she was close to death on at least the occasion when she had to go
> back
> into the hospital for the infection which poured out of her abdomen like
> poison broth.
>
> Also, I am not qualified to make judgments on any other denomination
> or church, except the Mormon Church which I was raised in. The Mormon
> Church has baptism, a priesthood, a Prophet, a communion, (which they
> called Sacrament), and so on.
>
> In regard to the Sacrament of the Mormons, there is no conception
> whatsoever that the pieces of bread or the grape juice are the body
> and blood of Christ
> present in the sacrifice and I knew that it was hollow even when I was a
> boy
> helping the Bishop serve the bread and juice. It was obvious to me then
> that
> the Mormon doctrine was a degenerate and distorted copy of something that
> was real. But I didn't know what was real. What was Mormonism a corruption
> of?
>
> For a while I decided that if the Mormon doctrine was an invention,
> then all faith was arbitrary and therefore I could believe or not as I
> chose.
>
> I felt very distant and detached from Christ on the cross. I
> intellectually understood the "Christ phenomenon", but was not
> affected by it.
>
> So what changed?
>
> Many small things over the course of several years led me to
> conversion.
>
> My wife and I have had trouble with our girl, and felt that we had to
> worship to at least give her a chance, but I wasn't happy with Unity
> Church, because the pastor said something that bothered me, and I
> couldn't reconcile
> myself to it. I have always felt affinity with Judaism, but culturally I'm
> a
> redneck hillbilly and couldn't graft myself to the liberalism of American
> Judaism.
>
> I actually at one point prayed that God tell me whether to be a Jew or
> a Christian. The following day an alcoholic man from my neighborhood
> walked by me and showed me a painting of Jesus that he had taken from
> a trash can. "Why would anyone throw away something this beautiful?"
> he asked.
>
> Other things happened. Many small things happened.
>
> My mother in law was quietly Catholic. I learned about Saint Padre
> Pio, who only died recently, who had the wounds of Christ for 50
> years. I spoke to two different people who saw an apparition
> (appearance) of Mary at Medjugorje in Bosnia, one a Jewess, and one an
> Egyptian Coptic, whatever that is. The Pope in his obvious goodness
> kissing the ground in Libya as he
> got off a plane.
> I started to listen to EWTN Catholic television and to Catholic scholars,
> among them Frs. Corapi and Groeschel and Archbishop Fulton Sheen, the most
> entertaining and erudite person I have ever listened to in regard to
> morality and America and patriotism and love between men and women.
>
> What may have pushed me over the balance point was one morning when
> Juke was back from the hospital, and I was changing the dressing on
> her abdomen wound, which had to have strips of wet gauze stuffed into
> it daily, and removed the following day to keep the edges abraded and
> healing cleanly.
>
>>From one moment to the next I (this is going to sound stupid) was
>>pierced by
> joy so complete that it was like a shaft of light coming down on my
> head. There could have been an angel singing in the room, I felt so
> much love and happiness. I knew that Juke was out of danger at that
> moment. I tried to tell her this but she was in a lot of pain and
> didn't feel well, and she didn't understand what I was trying to tell
> her.
>
> One day my car had to go to Firestone downtown to be fixed, and I
> walked by the Holy Ghost Church on my way home. On an impulse I went
> inside, and when
> the secretary told me that the sandwich line was closed I managed to
> convince her that I wanted to speak to a priest, which I did. It just so
> happened that RCIA (Roman Catholic Initiation for Adults) classes were
> beginning and I went to catechism for nine months before both Adam and I
> were baptized on the Easter Vigil.
>
> One thing happened in RCIA that completed a lifelong search for me. I
> could have closed the circle at any time, but I had to be led by grace
> to the point where I could. I'm also selfish, stubborn, and mean and
> did I say stubborn?
>
> One day in March or April we were introduced to an evening of
> Eucharistic Adoration, and a consecrated host, (bread and wine,
> SYMBOLIZING, I thought, the body and blood of Christ) in a gold
> monstrance was brought into the room
> so we could have close proximity with it, and also say a few words about
> the
> experience.
> As usual, I was prepared with a few words, which I felt expressed well my
> thoughts about my time in RCIA and what I had learned and observed. What
> happened instead was that when I knelt in front of the Holy Eucharist I
> knew
> for a fact that Jesus Christ was really present in the consecrated host
> and
> all I could think was that I was sorry for wronging him and sorry for my
> sins.
>
> So I now understand what the Mormon Church doesn't, that the bread and
> wine is the body and blood of Christ and that it is a sacrament in
> which Christ promised to be with us always.
>
> I love the sacraments. I love the beauty of the altar and the statues
> of Mary and the saints. I love the smell of incense, the old women on
> their knees in the pews, and the Rosary. I love the saints with bloody
> feet and hands, and the truth, and everything more and more.
>
> I am so blessed that my wife changed at the same time I did, that we
> both experienced conversion. We were remarried in front of the altar
> by Father Barron, witnessed by two friends and my daughter and son,
> and my wife's mother. (Our first pagan marriage ceremony was pale by
> comparison, although we did sing "Dumbarton's Drums").
>
> I honestly didn't see this coming. If someone had told me that at age
> 49 I would become a Catholic I would have laughed at them. I believed
> in God didn't I? I was spiritual too. Wasn't that good enough?
>
> Apparently not, because I have been shepherded for many years to this
> point, led by the Holy Spirit to where I was supposed to be. I can
> only see how obvious it is in retrospect, because I had no idea that I
> would end up where
> I am.
>
>
>
>
>
> Once you asked me the above question, a very good question, and I have
> been thinking about it ever since. By the time I get through with this
> you will wish you have never mentioned the subject! Because you are my
> friends I know
> that you will tolerate me as I try to answer it.
>
> I want to first say that I am not an expert on anything, except
> possibly parts of my job, and am a pathetic Christian in any case.
> Further, I am a miserable unregenerate sinner who evaded the whole
> issue of Christ until my wife became ill and I was terrified that she
> would die, and I promised God anything if she would be allowed to
> live. (Can you imagine me as a single father, with Adam and Emerald?
> Enough said about that.) Although she denies
> it, she was close to death on at least the occasion when she had to go
> back
> into the hospital for the infection which poured out of her abdomen like
> poison broth.
>
> Also, I am not qualified to make judgments on any other denomination
> or church, except the Mormon Church which I was raised in. The Mormon
> Church has baptism, a priesthood, a Prophet, a communion, (which they
> called Sacrament), and so on.
>
> In regard to the Sacrament of the Mormons, there is no conception
> whatsoever that the pieces of bread or the grape juice are the body
> and blood of Christ
> present in the sacrifice and I knew that it was hollow even when I was a
> boy
> helping the Bishop serve the bread and juice. It was obvious to me then
> that
> the Mormon doctrine was a degenerate and distorted copy of something that
> was real. But I didn't know what was real. What was Mormonism a corruption
> of?
>
> For a while I decided that if the Mormon doctrine was an invention,
> then all faith was arbitrary and therefore I could believe or not as I
> chose.
>
> I felt very distant and detached from Christ on the cross. I
> intellectually understood the "Christ phenomenon", but was not
> affected by it.
>
> So what changed?
>
> Many small things over the course of several years led me to
> conversion.
>
> My wife and I have had trouble with our girl, and felt that we had to
> worship to at least give her a chance, but I wasn't happy with Unity
> Church, because the pastor said something that bothered me, and I
> couldn't reconcile
> myself to it. I have always felt affinity with Judaism, but culturally I'm
> a
> redneck hillbilly and couldn't graft myself to the liberalism of American
> Judaism.
>
> I actually at one point prayed that God tell me whether to be a Jew or
> a Christian. The following day an alcoholic man from my neighborhood
> walked by me and showed me a painting of Jesus that he had taken from
> a trash can. "Why would anyone throw away something this beautiful?"
> he asked.
>
> Other things happened. Many small things happened.
>
> My mother in law was quietly Catholic. I learned about Saint Padre
> Pio, who only died recently, who had the wounds of Christ for 50
> years. I spoke to two different people who saw an apparition
> (appearance) of Mary at Medjugorje in Bosnia, one a Jewess, and one an
> Egyptian Coptic, whatever that is. The Pope in his obvious goodness
> kissing the ground in Libya as he
> got off a plane.
> I started to listen to EWTN Catholic television and to Catholic scholars,
> among them Frs. Corapi and Groeschel and Archbishop Fulton Sheen, the most
> entertaining and erudite person I have ever listened to in regard to
> morality and America and patriotism and love between men and women.
>
> What may have pushed me over the balance point was one morning when
> Juke was back from the hospital, and I was changing the dressing on
> her abdomen wound, which had to have strips of wet gauze stuffed into
> it daily, and removed the following day to keep the edges abraded and
> healing cleanly.
>
>>From one moment to the next I (this is going to sound stupid) was
>>pierced by
> joy so complete that it was like a shaft of light coming down on my
> head. There could have been an angel singing in the room, I felt so
> much love and happiness. I knew that Juke was out of danger at that
> moment. I tried to tell her this but she was in a lot of pain and
> didn't feel well, and she didn't understand what I was trying to tell
> her.
>
> One day my car had to go to Firestone downtown to be fixed, and I
> walked by the Holy Ghost Church on my way home. On an impulse I went
> inside, and when
> the secretary told me that the sandwich line was closed I managed to
> convince her that I wanted to speak to a priest, which I did. It just so
> happened that RCIA (Roman Catholic Initiation for Adults) classes were
> beginning and I went to catechism for nine months before both Adam and I
> were baptized on the Easter Vigil.
>
> One thing happened in RCIA that completed a lifelong search for me. I
> could have closed the circle at any time, but I had to be led by grace
> to the point where I could. I'm also selfish, stubborn, and mean and
> did I say stubborn?
>
> One day in March or April we were introduced to an evening of
> Eucharistic Adoration, and a consecrated host, (bread and wine,
> SYMBOLIZING, I thought, the body and blood of Christ) in a gold
> monstrance was brought into the room
> so we could have close proximity with it, and also say a few words about
> the
> experience.
> As usual, I was prepared with a few words, which I felt expressed well my
> thoughts about my time in RCIA and what I had learned and observed. What
> happened instead was that when I knelt in front of the Holy Eucharist I
> knew
> for a fact that Jesus Christ was really present in the consecrated host
> and
> all I could think was that I was sorry for wronging him and sorry for my
> sins.
>
> So I now understand what the Mormon Church doesn't, that the bread and
> wine is the body and blood of Christ and that it is a sacrament in
> which Christ promised to be with us always.
>
> I love the sacraments. I love the beauty of the altar and the statues
> of Mary and the saints. I love the smell of incense, the old women on
> their knees in the pews, and the Rosary. I love the saints with bloody
> feet and hands, and the truth, and everything more and more.
>
> I am so blessed that my wife changed at the same time I did, that we
> both experienced conversion. We were remarried in front of the altar
> by Father Barron, witnessed by two friends and my daughter and son,
> and my wife's mother. (Our first pagan marriage ceremony was pale by
> comparison, although we did sing "Dumbarton's Drums").
>
> I honestly didn't see this coming. If someone had told me that at age
> 49 I would become a Catholic I would have laughed at them. I believed
> in God didn't I? I was spiritual too. Wasn't that good enough?
>
> Apparently not, because I have been shepherded for many years to this
> point, led by the Holy Spirit to where I was supposed to be. I can
> only see how obvious it is in retrospect, because I had no idea that I
> would end up where
> I am.
>
>
>
>