I love our parish, because it was where we came to recognize the truth of the Catholic Church and because it was there that we first saw and recognized Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, in the Blessed Sacrament.
How can I describe to cradle Catholics what it’s like for a Protestant to meet Jesus Truly Present for the first time?
I grew up in the Conference Baptist church, and from an early age, I was taught the Bible. I was lucky enough to be part of the last class of children who used a curricula that took us through the entire Bible (Old Testament) book by book. Very boring by today’s standards, and back then, we often yawned through the “lectures”. (Imagine using “lectures” in today’s world as a teaching technique for young children! Ha ha!)
But by the time I graduated from 8th grade, I KNEW my Bible well.
In VBS and Sunday School, I learned the stories of Jesus, and when I was in second grade, I asked Him into my heart to be my Savior. Now I know that some Catholics don’t believe Jesus really comes to Protestants. They’re wrong. Jesus was my Friend, Savior, and Lord from the time I was seven years old. HE didn’t hold it against me because my parents and their parents had no knowledge of His True Church. He didn’t wait for ME to walk into the Catholic Church forty years later. He walked with me all the way, and it was HE who held my hand and guided me to the Catholic Church.
I knew Him well from childhood.
I was baptized in 8th grade. Again, I know that Catholic theology teaches that we become Christians when we are baptized. But the Catholic Church also teaches about the “baptism of desire.” From my childhood, I desired to fully follow Jesus and devote my life to Him. I believe that my “desire” would have been taken into account at my judgement, and Jesus would have had mercy on a Protestant who had no knowledge, no inkling, of the True Church.
Through the years I never backslid away from Jesus. I had moments of rebellion, but only moments, and they didn’t turn into outright rejection of Jesus and the Bible. I clung to Him. I loved Him.
And when I was in my early 40s, and first started attending the Catholic Church because we couldn’t attend our Protestant church (due to figure skating practices for our children), I SAW HIM.
It was a miracle. I saw and recognized the Jesus, the very same Jesus, that I had loved and tried to serve since childhood.
Have you ever met your favorite movie star or political figure in person? Or your hero? Meeting Jesus Live and in Person was the ultimate experience in this life.
Even though we waited for three years to become Catholic–after all, we had to study everything, like good Protestants always do!–I think I knew after seeing Him and recognizing Him that I would give up anything to be part of His Church and be able to receive Him Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity.
And that’s why I love my Church. It’s where I saw Him and where I still see Him. I think sometimes that cradle Catholics just don’t know Who’s there. I wish they could be Protestant for 40 years, then meet Him. My forty years were like wilderness compared to the Promised Land where I now reside.