I was a new ager my whole life. “Christian/Buddhist” with heaping helpings of Carlos Castaneda, Jane Roberts, etc. etc. It was all good. Just a lovey peacey thing. Let’s all hold hands and love God. Look at our luminous egg- selves. Astral travel. I became most settled on Jodo Shinshu, which was founded my a man named Shinran in Japan. Part of my practice was to focus on an image of Amitabah Buddha, (The Buddha of Limitless Light and Life). I started also reading the Gospels, and focusing on a teaching of Jesus, who I started to fancy during meditation might be the same being as Amitabah. This goes on and on, so to wrap it up, the Gospels, and specifically Jesus Christ began speaking to me. I started getting tingly over my meditations. I threw in prayers to the one God that I was starting to finally beginning to feel in with my Nembutsu chants. I started talking to a Methodist friend of mine on a regular basis while he was going through a Bible study course at his church. During this time, I moved across the country, and had the occasion to drive by myself for several days. I stopped at a truck stop and bought an audiobook that said it was about Revelations, and how it linked to the Catholic Mass etc. It was “The Lambs Supper” by Scott Hahn. So here I am, a 47 year old former hippie, pure land Buddhist with highly ecumenical leanings driving across the country listening to Scott Hahn, who I’m sure is quite well known to the folks here. With prayer, quadruple listenings to this book, and a fertile planting ground prepared by the Holy Spirit who was already working on me, by the time I arrived at my new home, I knew I had to seek out a Catholic mass right away. I was jazzed about faith. For the first time in my life, I was really onto something. I spent weeks talking to my wife when I started going to mass. She thought I’d finally flipped. Neither of us has a Catholic in out entire family trees that we can trace. Our families still think we’ve flipped! We had very similar experiences once I got her to mass. We spoke with Father, and signed up for RCIA. On April 15, 2006, I was confirmed, and celebrated my first Eucharist, with tears of joy. (I’d been baptized Foursquare during my stint in parochial school during jr. High.
And my formerly atheist wife was baptized, confirmed at had first communion. That Easter Vigil was the summit of each of our existences!
All this is my way of saying that there is a right church. It is THE Church. It is the Church founded by Jesus Christ when He said to Simon, “you are Peter (Cephas - The Rock), and on this rock I will build my Church” I believe every word of the Nicene Creed, and I well up inside with indescribable feelings when I proclaim my belief during the Holy Sacrafice of the Mass.
I gave this background so you’d know I only thought that any old God would do, as long as you were nice, or some such thing as that. I don’t anymore. I think God has a plan for us. I think it was laid out 2,000 years ago. It took me 1/2 a century to find it, but I did, once I asked.
Ask, and it shall be given unto you. He stands at the door, knoking. Let Him in, and he’ll stay with you forever. You’ll die, and Christ will live on inside you. There is no other church, cult, idea system, philosophy, group, etc. that ever offered me eternal life before! That gave me such a wonderful road to take to heaven! That helped me understand my suffering, and that a greater good comes out of it!
God bless one and all,
Taste and SEE!!!
Steven