I have given her my experiences and revelations that led me to the Church. She has made comments like…maybe you’ll show me something I didn’t know or you never know, maybe God will use you to show me something. I get excited on the inside when she says these things, but I don’t let her know as not to scare her away. Another Baptist friend of mine keeps making the comment, I think I’m going to become a Catholic and then laughs. I can’t tell if he’s seriously interested or just poking fun. But his wife told me that he was watching EWTN one night and when she saw him doing this she questioned him about it. He said, well obviously that I was getting something out of it, so he was just curious as to what it was all about. And he has asked me questions about it. I just try to be as simple as I can with my answers, so he doesn’t think (know) I really, really want he and his family to convert.
My experience of conversion may have been sort of unique. I never, ever considered the Catholic church or thought much about it. Back in April when Pope John Paul II died, I had a strange experience. I was watching the news coverage of him and was intrigued by the people who loved him so much. My Baptist friends would say “worshipped” him so much. But, now I know that’s not the case. Anyway, I also turned to EWTN to watch some of the coverage, just because I was curious about all the people and how people were so dedicated to him. EWTN did a special on events he had attended and clips from World Youth Day. While I watched his interaction with the people and the apparent love he had for complete strangers, I began to think…this man is of God and is holy. He knows the God I know and has the fruits of the Holy Spirit in a way I’ve never seen. If this is so…then I must find out what he believes and why he believes it. He must have the answer.
Furthermore, I had a deep spiritual experience while watching him on TV. At one point while watching him, I saw the countenance of Jesus Christ in him. I really don’t know how to explain it other than it felt like I was actually looking at Jesus right there on TV. His physical appearance didn’t change, but it was like I could see Jesus through him. On this clip he was about to board a plane and had his arm up waving to the crowd and smiling. When I saw Jesus in this man, it was such a powerful sight, that I felt as if I had been stabbed in the heart. I suddenly and immediately fell to my knees with tears pouring and knew that I had found the true faith…(although I wasn’t sure I would become Catholic at that point). All I knew is that Jesus was where this man was.
After this I got dressed, loaded up my kids and ran to the nearest bookstore, where I came across this book…Born Fundamentalist, Born Again Protestant. I bought it, brought it home and devoured it that day. I began studying my Bible as never before. For about six weeks I was constantly being inundated with God’s word pouring over me…almost all day on some days. God would bring scriptures to my mind and they would take on a whole new meaning and I would be astonished at the revealed meaning and think…why in the world didn’t I see this before? On my breaks at work, I would go to my car and read, read, read. And one evening I had a special visit with God during prayer. He was constantly leading me. I could go on and on about other things that took place and other signs that happened. But one more…I had a question about the apocrypha being a part of the Bible. I wasn’t sure if it was really God’s word, since it isn’t part of protestant bibles. I went to visit my Grandmother during this time and late that night in the guest room where I was sleeping, I decided to open this old, old Bible that has always set out on display in her home. I had never looked in it before, that I know of, but for some reason, I felt compelled to open it. What do you know but that the Table of Contents said Old Testament…Apocrypha, New Testament. The Bible was passed down from my ancestors and the date written in it was 1886. It also had beautiful icon drawings in it. I felt the presence of God and knew that He again was leading me. As I say, I could go on, but I won’t for now. Sorry to get off subject, I just wanted to share a special part of my testimony of conversion. And I do feel a special devotion to John Paul II for this. I credit him for allowing God to use him in this way. The scripture that kept coming to my mind during this time was John 12:24 where Jesus tells his disciples…“I assure you, most solemnly I tell you, Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just one grain. But if if dies, it produces many others and yields a rich harvest.” This is the way I think of John Paul II’s death. That through his death, I was brought in to the Church!!! (and I’m sure many others were as well)