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I grew up Episcopalian but to paraphrase Ronald Reagan “I didn’t leave the community—it left me.”
I attended various communities in the intervening years before I met my wife. I attended Rick Warren’s Saddleback Church for something less than a year; the lack of reverence and the impersonal nature of it drove me out.
I attended the Pentecostal Church of God of which my wife was a member, but the theological incoherence, the hate from the pulpit, and the corruption of the community (no open financial books there) resulted in our leaving after a couple of years.
We then attended a variety of Presbyterian, Methodist, nondenominational, and Pentecostal communities. We came closest to joining the United Methodist Church, but the emphasis on money and politically correct sermons from the pulpit put us off. (40 min on “Clean and Green” was the final straw). Calvinism remains incoherent even to Presbyterians so that was out altogether.
In taking stock of these communities, we came to recognize that the best aspects of each could be found in one place—the Catholic Church. Every Protestant community we’d experienced was nothing more than a hodgepodge of concepts taken from the Church and distorted to varying extents.
We still weren’t ready to make the leap—we were part of the Anything But Catholic crowd still to that point.
We did our homework first. I ordered a copy of the Catechism and read it straight through. I picked up a copy of “Triumph” (history of the Church) and was struck by the endurance of the Church and how well its theology and customs conformed to the whole of Scripture and to human experience.
We called up the cathedral church in our area and inquired into learning more. Our deacon insisted on meeting with us face-to-face. We shared our experiences, he prayed with us, and invited us to attend an RCIA meeting (this was a couple of months before Easter).
We attended Mass but of course did not receive Communion.
As we did, we realized that the sense of reverence and Christ we’d been seeking was here. My wife whispered to me during one Mass, “We’re home.”
Then began the longest Advent of our lives. We watched the catechumens and candidates get received into the Church that Easter and our hearts broke to not be joining them. We had another long year of watching others partake of the Eucharist and attending RCIA in our own time before we could become Catholic.
And of course, we read everything we could get our hands on.
In sum, we converted because:
Since our conversion that blessed Easter Sunday, we’ve had our faith reinforced any number of times by the Church. The most significant without doubt is when my wife was finally able to conceive after receiving the sacramental anointing. We’d been trying for 18 months and she’d been receiving medication to get the right hormone levels for about 6 months prior to our requesting the sacrament, which our beloved priest performed between Masses one Sunday. Her hormone levels jumped by an order of magnitude immediately thereafter and we conceived our son at the next opportunity.
He was born on St Patrick’s Day, one of the very rare feast days for that saint to coincide with Holy Week. Our parish is St Patrick’s Cathedral.
And that is all the confirmation we could ever seek that we were in the right place at last!
I attended various communities in the intervening years before I met my wife. I attended Rick Warren’s Saddleback Church for something less than a year; the lack of reverence and the impersonal nature of it drove me out.
I attended the Pentecostal Church of God of which my wife was a member, but the theological incoherence, the hate from the pulpit, and the corruption of the community (no open financial books there) resulted in our leaving after a couple of years.
We then attended a variety of Presbyterian, Methodist, nondenominational, and Pentecostal communities. We came closest to joining the United Methodist Church, but the emphasis on money and politically correct sermons from the pulpit put us off. (40 min on “Clean and Green” was the final straw). Calvinism remains incoherent even to Presbyterians so that was out altogether.
In taking stock of these communities, we came to recognize that the best aspects of each could be found in one place—the Catholic Church. Every Protestant community we’d experienced was nothing more than a hodgepodge of concepts taken from the Church and distorted to varying extents.
We still weren’t ready to make the leap—we were part of the Anything But Catholic crowd still to that point.
We did our homework first. I ordered a copy of the Catechism and read it straight through. I picked up a copy of “Triumph” (history of the Church) and was struck by the endurance of the Church and how well its theology and customs conformed to the whole of Scripture and to human experience.
We called up the cathedral church in our area and inquired into learning more. Our deacon insisted on meeting with us face-to-face. We shared our experiences, he prayed with us, and invited us to attend an RCIA meeting (this was a couple of months before Easter).
We attended Mass but of course did not receive Communion.
As we did, we realized that the sense of reverence and Christ we’d been seeking was here. My wife whispered to me during one Mass, “We’re home.”
Then began the longest Advent of our lives. We watched the catechumens and candidates get received into the Church that Easter and our hearts broke to not be joining them. We had another long year of watching others partake of the Eucharist and attending RCIA in our own time before we could become Catholic.
And of course, we read everything we could get our hands on.
In sum, we converted because:
- We realized that the various Protestant communities were but shadows of the Church Christ founded, some darker, some lighter.
- We recognized that the Catholic Church is indeed the Church founded by Christ.
- We acknowledged that we had to be part of Holy Mother Church and that we needed the full complement of sacraments Christ instituted.
Since our conversion that blessed Easter Sunday, we’ve had our faith reinforced any number of times by the Church. The most significant without doubt is when my wife was finally able to conceive after receiving the sacramental anointing. We’d been trying for 18 months and she’d been receiving medication to get the right hormone levels for about 6 months prior to our requesting the sacrament, which our beloved priest performed between Masses one Sunday. Her hormone levels jumped by an order of magnitude immediately thereafter and we conceived our son at the next opportunity.
He was born on St Patrick’s Day, one of the very rare feast days for that saint to coincide with Holy Week. Our parish is St Patrick’s Cathedral.
And that is all the confirmation we could ever seek that we were in the right place at last!