Harold Wenger Conversion StoryCradle Mennonite to Roman Catholic

by Harold Wenger

On May 1, 2011, with great joy, I confessed my faith, was confirmed as a Roman Catholic, and received my first Holy Communion at Holy Cross Catholic Church in Mesa, Arizona. The church was packed with over a thousand reverent people for the 10 a.m. Mass, which made it so joyful and welcoming. For a 68-year-old Mennonite, career pastor and missionary, this was a dramatic move!

Mennonite Roots

As a “cradle Mennonite,” I grew up in Chesapeake, Virginia, the oldest of nine children. My ancestors were Mennonites from the Anabaptist movement, which started in Switzerland in 1525. They migrated from Europe to Pennsylvania in 1727. My Mennonite parents struggled to provide for us materially and my father worked very hard. Unfortunately, my father grew lukewarm and critical of hypocrisy in our denomination. During my growing years he hardly ever went to church (he returned to the Lord when I was 18 and at age 90 is still a faithful Mennonite), but my late mother always took us to church. I remember her singing and praying with us at bedtime every evening when I was a child.

I enjoyed going to church, attending summer Bible school, and memorizing Scripture. I accepted Christ as my Savior at a revival meeting (meaning I was convicted of sin and sought forgiveness) when I was nine or ten and then was baptized with a group of my peers–in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. My upbringing as a Mennonite taught me serious discipleship as obedience to the Word, following Jesus, nonconformity to the world, pacifism or conscientious objection to war (we called it non-resistance), and the importance of foreign missions. I have great appreciation for my Mennonite spiritual heritage and for those who nurtured me along
the way.

When a cousin of my father, who was a missionary in Ethiopia and Tanzania, spoke at our church, I felt the call of God to mission in Africa.

A Call to Mission Abroad

At Eastern Mennonite College, I met a black-haired girl with a beautiful smile named Christine Headings (a Mennonite from Ohio), whom I later persuaded to marry me. We became husband and wife on August 28, 1965. She agreed to go to Africa with me and we served as English teachers in Zambia from 1966 to1969, where I did alternative service as a conscientious objector under the Mennonite Central Committee instead of doing military service in Vietnam. We served a second term in Sierra Leone. Upon returning to the States, we studied at Associated Mennonite Biblical Seminaries in Elkhart, Indiana, where I received good biblical teaching and Anabaptist theology and earned my Master of Divinity in 1975.

Near the end of seminary training, we wrestled over our call to mission. I believe that God sent a senior missionary couple to challenge us to return to Africa where there was such great need. So Christine and I went to Swaziland in 1975 with our 3 young children and we served six years, initially teaching with African Independent Churches. In 1976, the African students revolted in Soweto, near Johannesburg, South Africa, and a good number came to Swaziland. At that point, some of the churches organized the Council of Swaziland Churches and a Catholic bishop was chosen as the chairman. At the organizational meeting, he looked at me, a young missionary, and nominated me as secretary. I thanked him and said I had come to serve the churches but I thought that they should choose a Swazi leader for secretary. With a twinkle in his eye, he said that since I had come to serve the churches, I should do what I was told!  So I was secretary under a gifted and eloquent Catholic bishop. Several years later he died in a tragic accident and his funeral service was a great celebration of life. I was impressed with the Catholic funeral Mass!

In 1981, after six years in Swaziland, there were mounting personal and professional reasons to return home so I applied for pastoral ministry back in the States. After seven years as pastor of Mennonite churches back in Pennsylvania (Pittsburgh and Altoona), I had the longing to return to Africa. Christine struggled over that call, but then agreed with me. We served in Tanzania as Bible teachers for six years followed by six more years in Mozambique as country representatives for Mennonite Central Committee. It is now hard to believe that we spent a total of 24 years in Africa!

Primed to Come Home

Throughout our years of service in Africa, we were exposed to many positive aspects of the Catholic Church. A list of reasons for my “Big Move” to Catholicism began to mount:

Liturgical worship and communion. In Mozambique we had worshipped primarily with the Anglican Church and I was ordained a sub-deacon to assist the priests with the sacraments and to preach. While I remained officially a Mennonite pastor in the Allegheny Mennonite Conference, we were practically Anglicans for six years. We came to love the liturgical worship and regular communion.

After we returned to the United States, I served as pastor at a Mennonite church in Virginia for two and a half years. I encouraged communion once a month to which the congregation reluctantly agreed, but I missed the liturgy with weekly communion.

Discontent and spiritual hunger. As pastor of that small church in Virginia, I began to experience a lack of fulfillment and affirmation. After months of struggle and prayer, we felt that God gave me the freedom to resign. We decided to move to Arizona in 2005 to be near our daughter and grandchildren, even without a job or position lined up! I made contact with Mennonite churches in Arizona and had serious discussions with the chair of a search committee, but when I learned how wide open they were to same-sex relationships (an issue that had already made me uneasy about the larger Mennonite Church), I told the chairman that we would not make a good fit. There were very few Mennonite churches in Arizona and no other opportunity for me. At the same time, following the difficult experience in Virginia, I was struggling over my sense of call to pastoral ministry. With encouragement from my father and realtor friends, I decided to pursue training as a realtor. I saw it as a source of income and the kind of business that would give me flexibility in schedule. I was able to get my license right away and began a new challenge in business.

After stepping back from ministry, we soon joined Koinonia Mennonite Church in nearby Chandler where our daughter and family were attending. It is an expanded house church with an attendance of around sixty. We came to appreciate the fellowship and joyful worship, and I did occasional preaching. As in Virginia, I again encouraged more frequent communion which was increased to six times a year. In 2010, for various reasons, I became discontented enough with the church to go visiting elsewhere. I felt a spiritual hunger for something more. The next nearest Mennonite church was about 45 minutes away in Phoenix and I was not interested in other the Protestant churches around.

But I was curious about the Catholic Church. This interest was sparked by many positive encounters with Catholics in Africa, such as the Catholic bishop in Swaziland and wonderful Catholic nuns and sisters, especially in Tanzania and Mozambique. While in Virginia, my spiritual director was a wonderful Catholic priest. I had drawn much inspiration over the years from the writings of Catholics such as Henry Nouwen and Mother Teresa. My call to mission left me with a great curiosity about Christianity throughout the world and a longing for richer, liturgical worship. The fact that the Catholic Church has a similar focus on Jesus and the Gospels, rather than starting with Paul and justification by faith–as did many other Protestant denominations–also sparked my interest.

Spiritual retreat. As part of my search, in November 2010, I went to Holy Trinity Monastery in southeast Arizona for a spiritual retreat. There I met a former Episcopal priest, who shared his Catholic conversion story with me. He listened patiently to my questions about the Real Presence, Mary, the pope, and the Church’s attitude to war. He counseled me and gave me a book by Dr. Scott and Kimberly Hahn called Rome Sweet Home. I was deeply moved by their journey from a conservative, anti-Catholic, Presbyterian church to the Catholic Church, and it had a powerful impact on me as I realized my own anti-Catholic bias from childhood, though not as strong as what Scott Hahn had grown up with!

That first Mass. I first went to Mass at Holy Cross Catholic Church on October 10, 2010, and found it packed with about a thousand people for the 10 a.m. Mass. The beauty of the Mass–the reverence, the music, the singing of the Gloria, the Scriptures, the confession of sins, the Profession of Faith, the sacrament of Holy Communion, the whole Christ-centered worship experience–moved me to tears. In my heart I felt greatly blessed to have been there and had a strong desire to return. I dared to continue going to Mass (to the dismay of Mennonite friends)       and with great excitement invited friends and family to go with me, of whom several did. With growing desire, in December I went to see the director of Christian education and signed up for the RCIA class beginning in January 2011.

In the RCIA class, I had to review the basics of the faith again. I remember being touched by the Nicene Creed (which is not used in Mennonite worship), and commented to the teacher: “As a Mennonite that is exactly what I believe.” As we continued, I realized the Creed’s importance for the unity of the Church’s faith. During the course I had many questions and I kept borrowing books from the parish library. The teachers were so clear on Church doctrine and practice and explained it with passion. I struggled with new terminology, new practices, and with the Church’s great respect for Mary. At some point along the way, I realized that in my heart I was ready, that I really wanted to be Catholic, that I respected and trusted the teaching authority and magisterium of the Church, and that I did not have to understand everything. I could hardly wait to be received and to receive Holy Communion.

The Real Presence. The Real Presence of Jesus in the Eucharist is such a joyful, faith-building Sacrament, the heart of our faith. Using a phrase from Scott Hahn, it is “heaven on earth.” From my reading I am convinced that Protestants have had to ignore or reinterpret the teachings and practice of the early Church in order to circumvent the clear message of the Scriptures, as in John 6 (“unless you eat my flesh and drink my blood”). I had taught the symbolic view for so many years, criticizing the Catholic view as absurd. However, with further study, I rediscovered early Church history, and realized that the Catholic Church has faithfully maintained the clear teaching of Jesus and the Apostles. From the Coming Home Network I received the book, Ignatius of Antioch & Polycarp of Smyrna, by Dr. Kenneth Howell, confirming the Catholic faith of these early leaders. In fact I chose St. Polycarp, a second century bishop and martyr, as my confirmation name!  Now I find it such a joy to receive the Body and the Blood of Jesus in the Eucharist, and I sometimes go to Mass twice on Sunday. Already I am privileged to serve as an extraordinary minister of Holy Communion.

Clarity of faith and doctrine. I had tired of endless dialogue over issues of theology, biblical interpretation, leadership, worship style, homosexuality, etc. In the Catholic Church I found a fixed structure and leadership, with clear lines of authority, and I respect that. I appreciate the Nicene Creed, the clear teaching, the Catechism, and the magisterium of the Church. I trust that the Spirit of God will continue leading the Church to work through difficult issues, and to continue proclaiming the faith of the Apostles. Plus, I have come to greatly admire the late Pope John XXIII, the Blessed Pope John Paul II (whose life story has amazed and inspired me), and the current Pope Benedict XVI, whom I consider one of the greatest theologians of our time.

Coming home. It is a surprise to everyone–even myself–that I am now a Roman Catholic, but it truly feels like coming home to the “Mother Church.” My father thinks it is a temporary phase, one of my sisters is shocked, and our three children are respectful. My wife, Christine, has done considerable reading as well and has gone with me to Mass a number of times, but she is not ready and is still serving as an elder at Koinonia Mennonite Church (but we are still deeply in love!). I remain grateful for my heritage in the Mennonite Church: for the emphasis on Jesus as Lord and Savior, for the strong sense of community
(now enlarged with the community of saints!), for the teaching on peace and non-violence (which is still very important to me), and for the emphasis on non-conformity to the world. However, I now realize the tragedy of the broken and divided Christian world, which continues to splinter into thousands of groups. There are scores of Mennonite groups alone, and more every year. Yet we all confess one Lord, one faith, and one Baptism.

At age sixty-eight I have begun a new spiritual journey, with so much to learn, so many new resources, and so aware of my human weaknesses. I have become part of the Church established by the Lord Jesus, part of the worldwide community of faith, and an heir to the treasures of Christian history and the witness of the saints. I am excited with my continuing journey and ready to tell my story to anyone who will listen!  Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.

Harold Wenger currently resides in Mesa, AZ with his wife, Christine. They have three children and three grandchildren. He is employed as a realtor. 

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  • Ivan Kauffman

    Dear Harold,

    I greet you as one of the approximately 20 other “cradle Mennonites” who have become Roman Catholics in the past few decades, most of them in the past 10 years. We share your story. We have gone to the same schools you did, we have  experienced the same goodness in the Mennonite community you have, and above all we have shared the hunger for the Eucharist you have. We want to get to know you better, and to share our stories. If you would like, you may contact me via the Coming Home Network, or by email at ivan.kauffman@gmail.com

    Thank you for your courage.

    Ivan Kauffman

  • Rhoda Glick

    Dear Harold,

    I received the link to your story from Ivan Kauffman. As another Mennonite Catholic I read your story with great interest. Even though my journey had different bends and openings clearly what drew me into the Roman Catholic was the Eucharist. When my one son died in 2003 and I was plunged into an intense grief journey; nothing seemed available to sustain me; not even my faith-filled practices as an active Mennonite. In my utter despair miraculously I discovered a convent only about 3 miles from where I was living. As my daily walks took me close by the convent I felt so incredibly draw to find out when they had mass. A sense of desperate need for the Eucharist propelled me. I knew as a nonCatholic I was not supposed to receive the Eucharist but for me it was a matter of survival.I had to have the Eucharist. For two years I silently slipped in the back of the sanctuary at mass time and often with tears filling my whole being walked up and received the Eucharist and then rushed out at the end of mass.

    Finally after two years I decided I wanted to honor the tradition that was saving my life. I wanted to come out of the closet and openly declare who I was and receive the Eucharist. After I “came out” to the sisters and the priest I signed up for the RCIA program at the local parish. The Easter Vigil of 2006 was one of the happiest days of my life when I said “Yes” to the Great Mystery.

    As an almost daily communicant the Eucharist continues to strengthen and support me. I love the Eucharist and the Mystery of the mass.

    Rhoda S. Glick   

    • Haroldwenger43

      Rhoda, thanks so much for your response to my story.  What a wonderful testimony of faith your have, and what a gift to receive the eucharist.  I would love to talk with you more.  Write to me at haroldwenger43@gmail.com

  • Anonymous

    Let me add my voice to the Mennonite Catholic chorus!  I too have hungered for the Eucharist, and indeed was converted by it.  And I share your sense of surprise and wonder at finding a home in the Catholic Church.  I feel compelled to add, as you surely will discover if you haven’t already, that you will find no lack of “endless dialogue” in the Catholic Church.  Sometimes it is indeed tiring, but so much of being Catholic is about sustaining a living conversation even with those who weary us.

  • Phyllis Poole

    Mr. Kauffman – I am a catholic (born and raised) and the amish community needs your committment!  They are so much like the catholics in the basic ways, such as contraception and the love of Christ  and MARY. I am surrounded by amish in the area of Middlebury, Ind.. They have huge families as catholics should!! -but unfortuneatly catholics are not anymore. If the  amish communities would only become catholic!  how wonderful that would be.   
    We also need their conversion because of the state of the world right now.  All  christian people need to come together to fight satan in our time. I have seen hypocrasticy in those people however.  It is because they do  not have a central figure telling them what is important to stay with Christ! They  need the Pope!
    Their “ways” are determined by a leader who says whether they can use electricity for something or not!  Electricity has nothing to do with Christ’s teaching as you know. I have told some “I don’t think using electricity is going to make me go to hell!”  BUT  they do use it!  They make it by using natural gas -coming from the same company that provides me with electricity.
    Their phones and answering machines are in the barn or a shed by the road where many families have different codes to contact This in my estimation is worse than having it in their homes, where it can be watched so their children will not use it for the wrong reasons. 
    I feel their committment to a leader in their community is evil, promoting that man to make decisions for worldly things  when worldly things should not be formost in their worship.  It is also promoting much undercover disobedience when they are told they cannot use certain things which are purely of the world.  One neighbor is upset that his young daughter is becoming too involved with a young man  who is of another community  which believes in using cars! He himself uses a payloader and truck to manage his horse training farm to excercise horses and keep the track clear. He is training horses to be used in gambling!  How much hypocrisy is that?? I have also sat beside them at the fair at the horse races. 
    The neighbor and his 6 girls come to swim in my pool with bathing suits, baring their bodies (and do also at the public school where they attend and have learned to swim).   Then don their long dresses to go home, some on bicycles – but no not  the wheels of a car with a motor!!
    They are good people and I greatly admire their business abilities and training their young the skills that are needed to make a living.  I admire  their communities and of helping each other.   I also have many “neighbors”  by a house I own in Ky.  Those mostly are what I call “motorized” amish/mennonite, using cars and electricity. Most are migrated from  my area here.

     You really need to write and evangelize these people. You need to do your work in our  US rather than Africa! Please  set up a community in each of the  amish settlements and teach  those people the hypocracy of their ways.  Either they should go way back to the early 1800′s or use the modern technologies that are luring them in today’s world.
    Phyllis Poole    rei42728@yahoo.com

    • Noem

       Your statements discourages me from even considering to become a Catholic.

      • Rei42728

        I would hope no ones comments would cause you to decide against becoming catholic. Everyone has their own opinions and they do not cause the church to be different -or Christ’s words. His words are the ones that should bring you “home”. 
        May God bless you  with receiving  His Holy Spirit

  • Jewel Showalter

    Hi cousin Harold,

    I think I saw you last in Tanzania — about 17 years ago — but then lost track of you until reading this article. It’s interesting to hear of your spiritual hunger and search. Thanks for sharing. My husband Richard has often said that if he ever left the Mennonite church he would join the Catholic church. We are also weary of the endless dialog in the Mennonite church — on the homosexuality issue — grieving the loss of true spiritual authority and simple obedience to the Word of God. The son of our good friends Merle and Mary Hochstedler, Andrew, has become a Franciscan Father and is currently studying in Assisi. He was also powerfully impacted by the Scott Hahn book you cited. Blessings as you continue to walk with Jesus — our Lord and Savior!  — Jewel Wenger Showalter

     

    • Harold Wenger

      Jewel, thanks very much for your affirmative response!  I remember your visit with us in Tanzania very well.   It’s a surpise to hear that Richard has talked of joining the Catholic Church, and I presume that you are also positive.  The reading in church history, and the lives of the saints, and the appearances of Mary, has been very stimulating for me.  I would love to talk with you and Richard.  May God bless you in your own journey. 

  • Pily Uribe

    Hello Harold,
    I think the Holy Spirit drew me to read your story. I find it very interesting and moving. I find myself in a difficult situation at this time. I have been a Catholic all my life and have never had any doubts about it until recently when I started to attend a Mennonite service as a gratitude gesture to close Mennonite friends who have been very sweet and helpful during these difficult times of my life. I have come to admire the fellowship they have in their congregation, their relationship with our Lord and their knowledge and familiarity in the Scriptures. This admiration has brought confusion in regards to my beliefs but now reading your testimony… I feel comfort and re-assurance of being in the right place. Although I have great admiration towards my Mennonite friends. I would be interested in meeting you and bring my family to you, I have so many questions… Please feel free to contact me. 
    Many blessing to you and your family.
    Pily

    • Harold Wenger

      Pily, thanks for your nice letter.  I would be so pleased to talk with you or to meet with you.  There is so much to appreciate in my Mennonite heritage, and I miss the close fellowship.  I now have peace over being in the Catholic Church and am blessed by the sacraments and the spiritual resources.   Please send me an email to haroldwenger43@gmail.com  and give me your phone number.  Blessings to you!
      Harold

  • Aadamayor

    Harold,as a lost Mennonite man going thru the worst time in my life….which you helped(haha)pull me thru and to now hear you talk of us as a small church and with reluctance to YOUR ways,my family has attended that church for many more yrs than youve bn on Gods(not Marys) earth. It deeply saddenes me the more I read of your thinking how youve found ur true faith when all I see in u and ur life is indecision in ur faith and a cowardness towards admitting ur faults. I have a wonderful life now thanks to my STEADFAST love of God and my Mennonite faith and detest the way u talk of us now. I can and will pray for ur eyes to b uncovered.

  • Brad Schilling

    Thank you Mr Wenger for your story. I was a member of self styled Anabaptist house church for a number of years before I became a Catholic. The issue I struggled with most was the Church’s view on violence. I was and still am pacifist through and through. But seeing Catholic priests as chaplains celebrating Masses for the armed forces (or even the number of Catholics who happily join the armed forces) still makes me feel uncomfortable. Any advice or comments on how to reconcile that central part of Ananabptism to Catholic teaching?
    Thanks
    bye
    Brad Schilling (Western Australia)
    bmschilling@gmail.com

  • Rheinlander

    Wow! Harold , your story blew me away. I am a cradle Catholic, but grew up in Amish/ Mennonite territory in SE Penna. They were all around us, and, I guess we always knew they thought Roman Catholics were ‘of the devil’. Hearing that a Mennonite would even talk to a Catholic priest or bishop is beyond me.
    Blessing to you on your new faith, you are certainly an example of modern day miracles of the Spirit.