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This is the brief watered down version please ask if you want me to go into more detail.
I was originally a protestant baptists, I got this faith from my great grandparents who didn’t push it on to firmly they did say “Jesus loves you” quite a bit and I went to a few vacation bible schools when I was 8 and 9. I discovered the internet when I was around 11 and really got immersed into youtube and listening to christian video makers who likewise were protestant and had no real denomination that they were pushing just general christian stuff and debating atheists and be lay apologetics.
When I was 15 or 14 I remember reading about the supposed ground zero mosque. I got so frustrated and angry at the people that opposed it because a)the muslims already owned the property and b)to not let them build it would encroach upon their first ammendment right. So I took up a staunch support for the Muslims and from there I started to read things about Islam I read a few chapters from the Qu’ran and was immidiatly hooked.
Now the funny thing here is that I remember being in a freshman history class and it was starting with an intro to the world religions and I remember Islam and thought “Man if there was ever a religion I was not going to convert to it would be Islam” I basically hated the religion for no reason. So anyway I converted and in turn became the thing I once hated.
Fast forward to august present day and cut to me being in a hospital at my grandmas death bed. I was emotionally distraught as I have never had anyone so close to me died in my life. So I notice a sign that shows where the chapel is in the hospital, it was a catholic hospital and therefore the chapel was catholic. At this point I didn’t care what religion the thing was dedicated too I just needed some place holy to go to pray.
I went in there and was awed and amazed at the statues the stained glass the pews and the altar. I should also mention I entered in with my cousin who is about in his mid 30s and he at one point in his life was immensely catholic but now has sort of drifted away from the church although still identifies as catholic. So he is in there and he explains a little bit about things such as stations of the cross, the Eucharist, real presence of Christ, holy water, etc… Well about 30 minutes pass and I am just taking in the environment he and I go back to the waiting room but I still feel drawn to the chapel.
My great grandma (the baptists I talked about previously) walks in and announces that my grandma is now on her way to dying. She breaks into tears and people rush up to comfort her. I couldn’t take it seeing her cry like that and I run to the chapel again tears streaming down my face. I quickly bless myself with holy water as my cousin showed me and sit in a pew set down the kneelers and start to pray. I must have been praying for 20 minutes or so asking God to accept her into his kingdom and praying that he help me through the process of grieving. Then suddenly I say amen look up and see this statue of Jesus being comforted by an angel and I swear to you it is like something struck a chord inside me I went into frantic sobs and this word stuck in my head “Divine Mercy”. I repeated the word out loud as I cried and pondered upon Gods Divine Mercy for all of his creatures. We are not worthy of him but he has mercy for us. I then felt a great lifting off of my shoulders darn near physically and in that moment though I didn’t know it yet Jesus lifted up my burden and comforted my grieving soul.
I had never had such a powerful experience in my life I mean sure converting to Islam was good and all and that was a change but I never felt how I felt when I prayed to Jesus as my God. Now go forward about 2 weeks in time and I am reading this pastors blog of him basically defending the catholic faith and he quotes the verse from revelations 3:20 “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” All the time I was a Muslim for all of about a year I always felt a longing in my heart a hole especially when I gave up Jesus. I knew then that that hole was Jesus knocking at the door of my heart.
Amen I say to you that since that day I have given my life to Christ Jesus the Lord. I am now a catechumen in the Catholic Church and am due to be baptized next Easter. That is how I came to the catholic faith and I have not and will not look back ever since.
I realize after writing this that this ins’t really the watered down version so yeah its basically all encompassing. Still feel free to ask any questions.
I forgot to mention that 6 months into Islam I did pick up a bit of paganism/shamanistic beliefs too and have sense renounced them too.
Peace and Blessings to you all and have a good day!
I was originally a protestant baptists, I got this faith from my great grandparents who didn’t push it on to firmly they did say “Jesus loves you” quite a bit and I went to a few vacation bible schools when I was 8 and 9. I discovered the internet when I was around 11 and really got immersed into youtube and listening to christian video makers who likewise were protestant and had no real denomination that they were pushing just general christian stuff and debating atheists and be lay apologetics.
When I was 15 or 14 I remember reading about the supposed ground zero mosque. I got so frustrated and angry at the people that opposed it because a)the muslims already owned the property and b)to not let them build it would encroach upon their first ammendment right. So I took up a staunch support for the Muslims and from there I started to read things about Islam I read a few chapters from the Qu’ran and was immidiatly hooked.
Now the funny thing here is that I remember being in a freshman history class and it was starting with an intro to the world religions and I remember Islam and thought “Man if there was ever a religion I was not going to convert to it would be Islam” I basically hated the religion for no reason. So anyway I converted and in turn became the thing I once hated.
Fast forward to august present day and cut to me being in a hospital at my grandmas death bed. I was emotionally distraught as I have never had anyone so close to me died in my life. So I notice a sign that shows where the chapel is in the hospital, it was a catholic hospital and therefore the chapel was catholic. At this point I didn’t care what religion the thing was dedicated too I just needed some place holy to go to pray.
I went in there and was awed and amazed at the statues the stained glass the pews and the altar. I should also mention I entered in with my cousin who is about in his mid 30s and he at one point in his life was immensely catholic but now has sort of drifted away from the church although still identifies as catholic. So he is in there and he explains a little bit about things such as stations of the cross, the Eucharist, real presence of Christ, holy water, etc… Well about 30 minutes pass and I am just taking in the environment he and I go back to the waiting room but I still feel drawn to the chapel.
My great grandma (the baptists I talked about previously) walks in and announces that my grandma is now on her way to dying. She breaks into tears and people rush up to comfort her. I couldn’t take it seeing her cry like that and I run to the chapel again tears streaming down my face. I quickly bless myself with holy water as my cousin showed me and sit in a pew set down the kneelers and start to pray. I must have been praying for 20 minutes or so asking God to accept her into his kingdom and praying that he help me through the process of grieving. Then suddenly I say amen look up and see this statue of Jesus being comforted by an angel and I swear to you it is like something struck a chord inside me I went into frantic sobs and this word stuck in my head “Divine Mercy”. I repeated the word out loud as I cried and pondered upon Gods Divine Mercy for all of his creatures. We are not worthy of him but he has mercy for us. I then felt a great lifting off of my shoulders darn near physically and in that moment though I didn’t know it yet Jesus lifted up my burden and comforted my grieving soul.
I had never had such a powerful experience in my life I mean sure converting to Islam was good and all and that was a change but I never felt how I felt when I prayed to Jesus as my God. Now go forward about 2 weeks in time and I am reading this pastors blog of him basically defending the catholic faith and he quotes the verse from revelations 3:20 “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” All the time I was a Muslim for all of about a year I always felt a longing in my heart a hole especially when I gave up Jesus. I knew then that that hole was Jesus knocking at the door of my heart.
Amen I say to you that since that day I have given my life to Christ Jesus the Lord. I am now a catechumen in the Catholic Church and am due to be baptized next Easter. That is how I came to the catholic faith and I have not and will not look back ever since.
I realize after writing this that this ins’t really the watered down version so yeah its basically all encompassing. Still feel free to ask any questions.
I forgot to mention that 6 months into Islam I did pick up a bit of paganism/shamanistic beliefs too and have sense renounced them too.
Peace and Blessings to you all and have a good day!