- “Catholicism and Fundamentialism” by Karl Keating. Excellent book. I read this while I was spending the summer away from a protestant “bible-only” church, which was a bit too insular for my liking, but I was too timid to admit it (this was during a tough time in my life). It really showed me how the catholic Church stuck to the bible more faithfully than the selective quotations of this particular protestant church to “prove” their theology.
- Reading the bible in its entirety. Not just selectively through some “bible study” that rails against the “traditions of men”, or tries to argue that the Catholic church is “unbiblical”.
I don’t really consider myself a catholic who “came home”. I was baptized at 5 years old and received communion when I was 7, but I never received any training in the faith. When I went off to college at the age of 18, I was proselytized by this bible-only church and led through a series of studies. This served as my introduction to Christianity. Unfortunately this church used to be a cult and is still a very insular organization with some cult-like traits. But I was too timid, as I said, to really question it. I just went along with it because I had a certain longing to belong to a church.
But during the summer after 1st year I was able to go on a vacation away from this very pressuring church and spend time reading the bible and that book by Karl Keating. I eventually had to explain to the person who had lead me through all these “bible studies” why I was leaving, which was a bit of an odd experience, because before then they were very close to me, they were very nosy about what I was doing, and they “love-bombed me” (which for a guy who was going through some troubles created a dependance) but I haven’t heard from them in 2 years now, and when I run into them in public, they pretend not to know me. I think I was “marked” by them, as it says in Romans 16, but I’m not sure.
I can’t say I’ve had an epiphany in regards to “coming home”. Some people have really made an impact - my priest, my RCIA teacher, another RCIA teacher - but I’ve just been falling more and more in love with the Church. Little by little this love is confirmed as long as I put in the effort to join into fellowship with other Catholics (although I will admit this comes more easily in some evangelical churches), and as I learn about the Catholic faith. I used to think I was a lapsed Catholic, but never really knew the Church.
“Great and ancient beauty, how late have I loved thee!”
P.s., I kind of consider myself lucky in a way that my parents didn’t try and teach me about Catholicism. I might have rebelled against it, as is the nature of teens to do. A lot of the cradle catholic I meet have families that function very well and lovingly, which I think will be an absolute necessity if I am to teach my kids about religion and not have them rebel into internet atheism and hedonism as so many young do these days.