Hey Bob, How and why did you become Catholic? Where you raised in a particular religion?
As an infant I was baptised Presbyterian, but this wasn’t due to my parents’ conviction. My father lost his Catholic faith, and one way he rebelled was to have me baptised Presbyterian, and my sister wasn’t baptised at all, although she had herself baptised later. My mother was Anglican, so in a family of four we had three denominations and one non-committed! Just like a microcosm of Western society today.
I was packed off to Presbyterian Sunday School as a kid, but as soon as I could I got out of it, as my parents didn’t go to church, and as far as I was concerned it was hypocritical of them to insist on it for me when they didn’t practice what they preached. In addition it wasn’t a very happy household. My father was a real mongrel frankly, although he did give me a considerable amount of good advice, but I wouldn’t listen to him because of the way he treated me.
From the age of about 15, I dropped right out of organised religion, and became atheist.
However at the age of 28, after going nowhere and at the end of the worst four years of my life, I had this sense I better start going back to church. So I did. And that’s when I met my “old Protestant pastor” whom I often quote and refer to. Since I’d been to Presbyterian Sunday School, that’s where I went when I became Christian in the full sense. CS Lewis became Christian at the same age incidentally, except in his case he wrote he was “probably the most dejected convert in all Christendom.” I think his free thinking atheism had a much stronger hold on him that it did on me, and he was very reluctant to get down on his knees. I don’t think I was that bad.
However the old pastor was a Methodist by training, a refugee from the Uniting Church merger in the 1970’s between Methodists, Congregationalists and
some Presbyterian parishes. He was dissatisfied with the Uniting Church and left, losing all his superannuation entitlements in doing so. In the end I don’t think he thought much of the local Presbyterian outfit either. But I had the good fortune to meet him, and I think that’s why I had the impulse to start going to church at that time, when he was the resident pastor. I think God wanted me to meet him, as well as become Christian.
I even had a brief vision once, where Someone(?) said, “I want you to stick close to Mr. Missenden (his name). He’ll discourage you, but you’ll learn a lot from him.” I"ve said my father appeared in my room the night he died in 1979, and one of his **specific **predictions was, “You’ll meet a pastor. You’ll think he’s great, but all he’ll do is discourage you even more!”
I met Rev. Missenden in 1982, so you don’t get any brownie points as to my father was referring to. Rev. Missenden apologised to me for his discouragement, probably in 1991, saying, “You needed encouragement, and all I’ve done is to discourage you even more.” I pointed out to him that he’d just quoted my father back to me almost word for word. Incidentally, the pastor himself predicted that he thought I’d “become Catholic. I think you’ll be happier there, and I think the Lord might want you to join the Catholic Church”.
Anyway I got re-married not long before he died, and for work reasons moved too far away to keep going to his church. My wife is Baptist, and so for some time we went to Baptist churches. My wife still does. The pastor’s sons had since left the Presbyterian Church and on their account I joined the Wesleyan Methodists for a while. I still try to attend my wife’s church monthly, although I try to avoid their communion Sundays on the first Sunday of the month, rather than make an issue out of not taking communion.
But I was getting disillusioned wtih the divided state of the Protestant church, and something seemed to be missing. Eventually the same sort of push to become Catholic as I’d experienced to become Christian started up. I resisted it for a while, but one day I had a public argument with a protestant pastor, and that was it… Push became shove and I went, did RCIA and have been in pretty much the same parish since.
The old pastor turned up one niight in one of these brief visions I get occasionally and simply said, “The Catholic Church is CLOSEST to the truth”. And that was all he said. I still have a couple of bones of contention with the Catholic Church, namely on artificial contraception, and the “infallibility” bit, but apart from that I think it’s, to quote the pastor,
“closest” to the truth.
In a nutshell, I suppose that’s about it.