Hello,
That was a very moving story about your faith. I was raised a Southern Baptist, no dancing, drinking, smoking and so on…. I was always taught I could not loose my faith, once saved, always saved. The only problem was, if I were to drink, dance, smoke and everything else, “I must not be saved….” I enlisted in the military in the late 80’s and was out of my parents grasp for the first time. I would fall into sin hear and there and feel guilty as hell! I would talk to the pastor and was told the same old thing, once saved, always saved. A very confusing thing to never know what the rules really were and how to follow God and his plan of life. So needles to say, with every Baptist preacher I talked to I would get a slightly different answer depending on his interpretation. After years of frustration and doubting my faith, I resigned myself to live a stress free life of not attending any church.
But in 95 the Lord gave me a wife. I knew I wanted a good life and marriage so I began to take her to Church. After a while in Church she was baptized in the Baptist Church. After ten years of hit or miss church attendance and two boys later we both decided something was wrong with the whole protestant/Baptist thing. I truly believed the Holy Spirit led us to the Catholic Church. I also had a dream or two about my Granddad, although I can’t remember if he said anything…. My wife and I now have a home and just like raising children, I know what is expected of me-I finally have direction from the Church, not just a saying of the “Holy Spirit will guide me.”
The best thing ever, was my first confession. I did not tell anyone, but I almost broke down and cried talking to the priest. This was something I could not admit after all, I’m cop! I told him things I have never told anyone and for the first time in my life I knew I had been forgiven!
As for my parents, they believe I belong to a cult and I’m heading straight for hell! If they only knew, they believe this out of pride, they will let a preacher berate them all day long, but heaven forbid a priest or the Pope say the same thing. Now that I am Catholic, I finally get to understand the History of the Church and all the Christians who died in the defense of the faith for the last two-thousand years! How can you know where you are going if you don’t know where you have been?
I do not know if my Granddad can hear me when I pray for him or talk to him, but at least I do not feel like a heretic for doing just that. As far as the priest and nuns, I hold them in high regard, what a group of special people; they are the ones who I really look up too. And I will say, in the Catholic Church, the truth has set me free!