This is going to be a long post. So get snacks now! I was raised in a non-practicing Christian household. Meaning we believed in God, celebrated Christmas and Easter, but church was not a major issue growing up. I probably want maybe a fozen times or so throughout my entire childhood. When I was twenty, I was working at a dead-end, mininum wage factory job. A new guy showed up. Matt introduced me to church. It happened to be a self described āFundamential Independent Baptistā church. For the uninitiated, these were the major doctines:
- Adult baptisms by immersion only, and baptism was not a requirement of salvation.
- Catholics are evil.
- Once a Christian is saved, they are always saved.
- Catholics are evil.
- āThe Lords Supperā consisting of grape juice and a cracker was symbolic of the body and blood of Christ
- Catholics are evil.
- The Baptist faith is not Protestant, and traces its roots to John the Baptist.
- Catholics are evil.
- The King James Bible (or Authorized Version) is the only legitimate Bible, all other translations are corrupted.
- Catholics are evil.
Well you get the point. Chick Publications were regularly distributed and Catholic bashing was elevated to an art form. I even started seminary at a college they allied themselves with, which included almost fanatical devotion not to God, or even a saint, but the pastor. The attitudes of hate at that college sickened me, and I left. Shortly after I left my church, which I have forgotten to mention, underwent a split, as is wont to happen in Protestant denominations. Anyways after leaving that church, I was spiritually adrift. I tried other Baptist churches, Methodist, Christian and Missionary Alliance, but I could never find āhome.ā In all of these denomiations, something was missing. Fast forward severla years. Tired of dead-end job after dead-end job, I returned to college. The Ohio State University. This was in March, 2005. I still had not found āhome.ā I was still a spiritual vagrant. My first quarter there, I was shouted down by a professor for my adherance to young-earth creationism (my views have been modified, but that is for a different thread), I met a Catholic who was not of the mainline Catholic Curch. She was a sedevacantist, and to be honest, quite scary. She rerally didnāt do a whole lot to change my still deep-seated mistrust of Catholicism. The next step in my move towards Catholicism involved, believe it or not, a vegetarian of unknown sprituality. She could have been a wiccan for all I knew, she didnāt talk about it. But she planted in my brain the idea of theatre. She was trying to get me to audition for a play, āThe Good Doctor,ā by Neil Simon. I used stuttering as an excuse, but the seeds were planted. The next fall (2006, for those of you who are trying to keep track of my rambling) Iactually auditioned, and was cast in a play called āNickel and Dimed.ā In this production I made some of my best friends. Among them a very quiet, somewhat quirky girl named Kaylee. Just by watching her, and listening to her, I knew she was Christian. Sometimes you can just tell. Then I found out she was Roman Catholic. I thought to myslef, āShe canāt be Catholic! She acts like a Christian is supposed to act! Thats not how Catholics act!ā That same time I met one of her friends, Gabe. I showed Gabe an online version of the Chick Tract āAre Roman Catholics Christian?ā which he thouroughly refuted. I talked to Kaylee shortky afterward, and I visited the Most Pure Heart of Mary Parish in January 2007. I went back a couple of weeks later. I went back again. And again. And again. I had finally found it! I found the place that matched. I talked to Kaylee, and told her I wanted to become Catholic. Then the fireworks started. My parents had told me that I should start going to church, because I seemed to be happier when I went. What they meant was they wanted me to start going to a PROTESTANT church. Things were OK until I actually started RCIA. They saw I was serious. Every time I turned around, they were challenging my faith. All I can say is āThank God for Catholic Answersā I still had my stumbling blocks, most notably the Eucharist, Confession, and the Marian Dogmas. Thanks to a truly great RCIA team (Tank you Ed, Beth, Lois, and Fr. Nick!) I became Catholic in March of 2008, with St. Thomas More as my patron saint. I have found the beauty in medatative prayers, especially the Rosary and Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I love that I have the opprtunity to be physically in the presence of my Lord and Saviour at every Mass. I love the freedom from sin granted by Penance and Reconciliation. I love the fact that Catholics donāt have to avoid certain āproblematicā Scriptures. You should see the acrobatics required to explain John 6:66 and Matthew 16:18! I love recieving Jesus every Sunday! To non-Catholic reading this post, the reason we donāt explain it fully is because we CANāT! Not because it isnāt true, but because our lanhuage is too limited to do it justice! I now, on the verge of graduation, am planning to start working on a history of the English Reformation from a Catholic perspective. I am truly blessed to have found the Church, and I am indebted to my Catholic friends to a degree that can never be repaid.