Kathryn J. Betournay, D.Min.

A Heart’s Journey

By Kathryn J. Betournay, D.Min.

Atheism

I was born on April 15, 1952 in Columbus, OH, the first of 2 children, into a family that did not practice any religious faith. We moved every couple of years, as my dad advanced his career as a professor. Christmas and Easter were celebrated as secular holidays. In fact there seemed to be an outright opposition in my household to anything to do with God, Jesus, the Bible, or church.

At 8 years old I became convinced that God did not exist. By then, I felt I was smart enough to figure out that Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny were fictional fun. At that time, the United States space program began sending men into orbit. I thought, “Surely, if heaven did exist, wouldn’t it be obvious?” My 8-year-old mind reasoned that heaven did not exist, and that God was just another fantasy, like a Santa Claus for adults.

I can remember one summer, feeling very sad and confused when my friends were going to Vacation Bible School and my parents would not let me attend. It seemed that my parents thought “faith” was beneath our dignity, which only reinforced my perception that there was something inferior about people who believed in God and Jesus.

Old, family wounds

My mother’s parents immigrated from what is now Slovenia, the former Yugoslavia. They were Catholic and my mother and her brother were baptized in the Catholic Church. My grandparents did not have a lot of income and decided to have only two children. When the priest asked my grandmother why they weren’t having any more, she admitted to using contraception. She refused to give it up and the priest refused to give her absolution. By the time my mother was in high school she decided that when she got married she would also use contraception. It was then she stopped attending Mass. Her grandmother, who was a devout Catholic and attended daily Mass, lived with them for a couple of years. I believe my great-grandmother’s intercession probably had something to do with my own Catholic conversion. In her honor, on the day I was confirmed, I wore some lace she had crocheted as well as a gold cross that my grandfather had given to my mother.

The other side of my family was Methodist. My paternal grandparents were active members of a church, until World War II, when my father was missing in action. The Methodists supported conscientious objectors, which made my grandparents feel betrayed. They felt as though their church
had no compassion for the suffering they were enduring, nor appreciation for the soldiers’ sacrifice. Thus, they stopped attending church. Once I asked my father why he didn’t go to church. He replied, “The last time I went to church, I came out married!” On another occasion, he said, “I’m not going to let some minister tell me how to live my life.”

My mother eventually joined a Unitarian Church, and I attended Sunday School during my elementary years. We learned how to get along with others, the wonders of created nature, and the varieties of creation stories in other religions. In sixth grade we built models of “sacred buildings,” such as the pyramids and the new Prudential Center in Boston. All I could ever find out about Jesus was that He was a “good teacher,” which about sums up my religious formation as a child.

Discovering God

When I was a freshman in high school, I began to ask more questions about life. I was thinking one day, “What was the difference between things that were alive and those that were dead or inanimate?” Suddenly, as if a light had pierced the darkness of my mind, I believed in God! “God is the thread of life that connects all living things!” It was a beautiful moment for me, because I felt that this thread existed within me too, and that I was connected to all living things: plants, animals, and humans everywhere. Amazing! In tenth grade I read some writings of the New England Transcendentalists, Henry David Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson. To the extent that I could understand what they were saying, they seemed to confirm my “discovery.” I was convinced that God existed, but that Jesus didn’t have anything to do with “it.”

Christianity

My family moved to Bloomington, IN in 1966 when I was a sophomore in high school. My junior year of high school, some friends invited me to attend a youth group called “Christian Faith and Life” at an American Baptist Church in town. I conceded, because my boyfriend had recently moved away. This was his home church and I was lonely. Worried about how my parents would respond, I told them, “It’s not a churchy thing.” When I arrived, I told Ced, the Minister of Education at the church, “I’m not sure I belong here, since I’m not a Christian.” He encouraged me to stay and see what it was about, and assured me that I did not have to “believe” to join in the activities. The youth group fostered a sense of belonging. We went on a weekend retreat together. We talked about life issues such as trust, honesty, community, and who we were meant to be. All of these things were really about Jesus, but I didn’t see that at the time. Regardless, I was feeling a love and acceptance there, which I did not feel in my own home.

After I graduated from high school, the youth group was no longer available to me, but I still hungered for more. Ced asked me if I would like to help out with a second grade Sunday School class. While helping out, I heard something that riveted my attention: “God is Love.” That concept had never occurred to me. It struck a chord, because love was what I was longing for, what I felt was missing in my family.

A couple of years before, after a conflict with my dad turned physical, I escaped through my bedroom window and hid inside St. Charles Catholic Church. It was two blocks away and was kept unlocked all night. I sat there, and felt comforted by the ambiance of peace. Although I did not know it, the red candle near the altar meant that Jesus was there for me that night. I know now that I felt His presence, even though I didn’t identify it as such then. In a similar experience during college, I walked around the campus one evening and ended up at the Catholic Newman Center. I walked inside and sat down. Noticing the stained glass windows and candles flickering in the dark, I could sense this place was holy. I was feeling so lost and confused about my life that I actually considered seeking someone to talk to, like a priest. I didn’t have the courage to do it, but the Lord was with me there.

Fulfilling the hunger for love

After my experience helping with Sunday School, there was a great hunger within me to know what Christians believed and what it was they had that I was missing. I began attending church, and liked the liberal, intellectual sermons that they preached in my college town. I borrowed a paperback copy of Good News for Modern Man: The New Testament, which I read and never returned, because I couldn’t bear to part with it. As a freshman at Indiana University, I enrolled in religious studies classes and continued to read books from the church library. One of the two most influential books I read was Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s Cost of Discipleship. His theme was that the true disciple must be willing to give up everything for Jesus Christ, even life itself. The other book was C.S. Lewis’ Mere Christianity. He presented Christianity in a way that made practical sense. By the time I was finished reading that book, I was on my knees in my dorm room, praying, “Yes, Lord, I do want to give my life to you!”

I took a walk and ended up at the First Baptist Church. I sat there in the dark and thanked the Lord for finding me. The darkness didn’t seem dark at all that night. About two weeks later, without any further preparation, I joined the church by coming forward and presenting a yellow, pew card to the pastor. I had become a Christian and joined a church. It went against my upbringing, but I didn’t care. I had a peace and joy that my family could not comprehend.

A couple days after I joined the church, I learned that I would have to be baptized. After a few preparatory meetings with the pastor, I was baptized by immersion on the first Sunday of Advent, 1971. Although they said it was merely an outward sign of my decision to follow Christ, rather than a renewing sacrament, I still had a feeling of being newly born and starting out on a brand new life. I will never forget that feeling of gently being lowered down and then raised up out of the water. I was filled with joy. I felt I had found a new family, and had entered into a new life that no one could ever take away.

Ordained Ministry

Wedding night, January 8, 1974

Wedding night, January 8, 1974

During college I majored in fine arts and religious studies. I had no career plans and, thus, started to consider going into ministry. I wanted to find a way to share the joy of my faith. In September of 1973, I enrolled in the Master’s of Divinity program at Andover Newton Theological School. I thought I might discover a way to integrate art with ministry.  There, I met my future husband, John, and we eloped in January, 1974. The officiant was our Dr. Gerald Cragg, our Early Church History professor. If I had only known then, where I would be now, I would have paid more attention in class!

After we had married, though, I wavered in my commitment to ministry and dropped out. After John’s graduation, we moved to Pennsylvania and I joined the United Church of Christ (UCC), because that was where John would be serving in his first church.

The UCC was formed out of a combination of two groups, each of which was a combination of two other groups. Two of these were the “Congregational Churches,” with Puritan roots in America, and the “Christian Church,” with American frontier beginnings. These two groups united to form the “Congregational Christian Churches” in 1931. The other two groups were the “Evangelical Synod of North America,” a 19th century German American church, and the “Reformed Church in the United States,” initially composed of early 18th century churches in Pennsylvania. These two united to form the “Evangelical Reformed Church” in 1934. The “Congregational Christian Church” and the “Evangelical and Reformed Church” merged to form the United Church of Christ in 1957. Today the UCC values the autonomy of the Congregational tradition, while incorporating the liturgical tradition of the Reformed churches. They value freedom of individual expression, debate over social and theological issues, and the freedom to choose, including the freedom to seek abortion, to “marry” persons of the same gender, and even to change one’s biological gender. There are approximately 5,600 UCC churches in the US, with about 1.2 million members.

While in Pennsylvania, I took a course in church history at Lancaster Theological Seminary taught by Fr. William Walsh, SJ. During class, he invited the students to a weekend retreat based on the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius of Loyola. John and I took him up on the offer. That was my first exposure to spiritual direction, silence, and meditative prayer on the Scriptures.

In 1976, we returned to Massachusetts while John was working on his Doctorate of Ministry. While there, I went on a couple of weekend retreats with spiritual direction by a Roman Catholic sister at LaSallete in Attleboro, MA. Our first son was born in September 1978, and I decided to resume my seminary studies. Our second son arrived in August 1981, and we moved to New Hampshire, where John and I served in a church together. I finished my Master of Divinity degree in 1984, and was ordained in the United Church of Christ on Pentecost Sunday.

While working as a part-time, Associate Minister at a UCC church in Concord, NH, I discovered an interest in Pastoral Counseling. I enrolled in the Doctor of Ministry program at Andover Newton and worked part-time as a Chaplain at Havenwood, a retirement community founded by the UCC. I really enjoyed my work there with the residents, and wrote my thesis on “A Study of Faith and Loss in Older Adults.”

Receiving my doctorate in 1992, I began working as a counselor in community mental health centers and a family service agency. The work was challenging and I learned a great deal about the pain and struggles that many people are facing. However, I missed pastoral work and returned to work as a chaplain at Havenwood in 1999. I struggled with spiritual dryness, so I decided to begin regular, monthly spiritual direction, again with a Roman Catholic sister. I wanted to discover what it meant to have a “personal relationship with Jesus.” This term was not popular in the UCC, but I felt that I was missing out on something that my evangelical brothers and sisters talked about. A couple of years later, I found a copy of St. Teresa of Avila’s Interior Castle at the retreat center where I was going for spiritual direction. The depth of St. Teresa’s spiritual experiences motivated me to seek an even deeper intimacy with Jesus in my prayer life.

The Emmaus Road

Although becoming Catholic had never entered my mind, I was already having some concern about decisions that were made within the UCC, and with the “congregational autonomy” which was held to be almost sacred. It seemed to me that the UCC was constantly wrestling with issues of management, survival, and identity.

In January 2004 I made an 8-day retreat at a Jesuit retreat center. I was excited to have that much time to be free for prayer and for whatever communication with Jesus that He would allow. We were given some Scripture readings to ponder as the retreat began and the one that attracted me most was Hosea 2:19-20: “And I will betroth you to me for ever; I will betroth you to me in righteousness and justice, in steadfast love, and in mercy…. and you shall know the Lord.” My desire was to be in love with the Lord. By the end of the first full day, I knew in my heart that the reason God became human in Jesus is so that we could fall in love with Him.

The turning point that led to my entry into the Catholic Church came while stifling laughter during Mass! After he distributed Holy Communion on the Feast of the Epiphany, the priest sprinkled water into the Sacred Vessels and then drank the water, in order to be certain every drop of Precious Blood had been consumed. One part of me wanted to laugh out loud, when I thought, “What would the residents at Havenwood think if I washed the dishes at the altar, drank the dishwater, then dried the dishes and put them away before the service ended?” Another part of me was saying, “Wow! He really believes it is the Blood of Christ and does not want to throw away one drop.”

At dinner, I struggled with rude thoughts about elderly priests vainly trying “emulating the Pope” by shuffling along. I felt such remorse for having these disrespectful thoughts that I asked Jesus, “Lord, what’s going on with all this ridicule inside my head?” The answer that came was, “You are resisting intimacy with me.”

It was then I knew I was experiencing the temptations of the Enemy. I instinctively said, “Satan, get off my back!” I wanted to have deeper intimacy with Jesus,

and I knew that these Jesuit priests believed in the Real Presence of Jesus in the Sacrament of the Altar and intimately loved Him.

Therefore, I humbly started to pay more attention to what was going on at Mass. The entire retreat became like the Emmaus Road. I recognized Jesus in the “breaking of the bread,” my heart was burning within me, and the Scriptures were coming to life. My prayer time was intense, and on January 10th, I had a vivid awareness of Jesus’ presence, as He said to me with great love, “I have been waiting long and patiently for this day.” I was completely amazed, dumbfounded, and filled with joy.

After the retreat ended, I started attending Mass on Saturdays, reading some of the Documents of Vatican II, the Catechism of the Catholic Church, and talking with the few priests I knew. I was amazed at how scripturally-grounded the Catholic Church was!

Easter Vigil, 2006

Easter Vigil, 2006

However, it was the Eucharist that really drew me in. The Catholic Church has believed in Transubstantiation for 2000 years and, somewhere along the line, Protestants stopped believing in the Real Presence. Which would I believe? To start to legitimately receive the Eucharist was going to cost me my ordained standing in the UCC. Was I willing to lose my life in order to find it? If what Catholics believed about the Eucharist was true—that the bread and wine actually become the Body and Blood of Christ—how could I walk away from my Lord?

The year that followed was filled with much prayer, soul searching, and even an attempt to compromise with God by finding another Protestant denomination that would be a better fit. But deep in my heart, I knew where this was going. In June of 2005, I left my position as chaplain at Havenwood and enrolled in RCIA, the Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults. I received the Sacrament of Confirmation in the Catholic Church at the Easter Vigil, April 15, 2006—my 54th birthday. I love God’s timing!

The veil is lifted

There have been some surprises and delights in being Catholic that I have found along the way. One of the first surprises was realizing the Catholic Church’s deep respect for women. As an ordained woman, I had been led to believe that the Catholic Church treated women as second-class citizens. I had taken for granted that a woman had as much “right” to be ordained as a man, and in many situations even brought more gifts to ministry, because women are naturally nurturing and more relational than men. The Catholic Church, I found, values women in a different way, based on equality of dignity and not of roles. The Catholic Church proclaims that the dignity of persons is stamped into the very nature of our bodies and souls, and that the relationship between the sexes is an icon of the love within the Trinity. Our dignity as men and women is equal, and our differences are complimentary and good. God, in fact, chose a woman through whom He took flesh and entered the world, in order that we could be brought back into full communion with God. I have found that the respect and honor given to the Blessed Virgin Mary is seen reflected in every woman. Mary even becomes the archetype of what it means to be human. The Old Testament, New Testament, and witness of many of the saints attest that the spiritual union between God and humanity is revealed in the marital union of a man and a woman.

Another surprise was cultivating a true appreciation of the use of traditional language in reference to God. In my seminary studies and work as a minister in the UCC, I adjusted to using “politically correct,” gender-neutral pronouns, not only in reference to human beings, but also to God. To portray God in male terms, such as Father, or even Lord, was seen by many of my contemporaries as sexist and damaging to women, because it might lead them to see themselves as something less than made in the image of God. The only times I would allow myself to use the name “Father” for God was in the Lord’s Prayer, public reading of Scripture, and when officiating the Sacrament of Baptism. When I became Catholic, I began to realize how impersonal the gender-neutral language really was. As my desire to have a personal relationship with God continued to grow, my comfort with traditional language increased. I still have difficulty praying intimately to God the Father, but this has more to do with personal history than with any conviction that I should not do it. God is a Father to us and sent Jesus His Son to be born of Mary and allow us to share in His inheritance as children of God.

Finally, I realized that Catholics seem to experience a thinner membrane between heaven and earth. Learning that there is a spiritual world, which exists beyond our vision and interacts with us on a daily basis, was a new paradigm. Angels, demons, saints, and the souls in purgatory are real! The sacraments, especially the Eucharist and Reconciliation, are also ways heaven’s doors open to earth. Praying to the saints and asking for their intercession is another new dimension of my prayer life. I try to pray the rosary every day and dedicate each decade to a different group of people, asking Mary to bring them closer to her Son and into conformity with His will.

I’ve been blessed with the ease at which most of the doctrines and traditions of the Catholic Church have fallen into place in my life. Catholicism has taught me to be humble in praying traditional words in the rosary, Liturgy of Hours, and in the Mass. A Protestant minister said to me, “I would miss the creativity of writing my own prayers.” I responded, “That’s just the point—it’s not about our creativity, it’s about God, and praying in union with the Church.” The Holy Spirit has become more personal to me through the Charismatic Prayer movement in our church. Also, the Sacrament of Reconciliation has brought profound healing in my relationship with my natural father and mother.

Conclusion

Once I became Catholic, I found myself asking the question, “What am I going to do now?” The first few years were the hardest.  I found it difficult to find my niche, whether it was in lay ministry, like hospice work, visiting in nursing homes and hospitals, or creating fabric art, which was a long time dream of mine. In the summer of 2010 I received a postcard about becoming a Foster Grandparent. The Foster Grandparent Program evolved out of the Older Americans Act of 1965 for persons over 60 (now 55) who desire to work with children in need of extra support, in schools, after school programs, or day care centers. In September 2010, I entered the Foster Grandparent Program working with children in grades K – 6, tutoring at a private Christian school. Next year, I will serve at St. John Regional School, because of my desire to serve in a Catholic setting. I am feeling blessed that God has called me, and equipped me for this ministry.

As frosting on the cake, John, who was baptized and raised Catholic, and served as a parish minister in the UCC for 35 years, returned home to the Roman Catholic Church in September 2009 (he waited just long enough to officiate at the weddings of our two sons in 2008 and 2009)! We have co-facilitated Bible studies at our church using the “The Great Adventure Bible Study” series developed by Jeff Cavins. We are also very excited to be going with Jeff and Emily on a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land in January 2013.

john's homecoming

John's homecoming, September 27, 2009

Kathryn and John Betournay live in Concord, NH, where they are active at Immaculate Heart of Mary Church. Their family includes two sons and daughters-in-law: Scott and Jenny; Brian and Molly. Kathryn currently serves as a Foster Grandparent at St. John Regional School, and serves in a variety of ministries at IHM Church. John is a Volunteer Chaplain at Concord VNA Hospice and leads several study groups at IHM. Kathryn enjoys creating art quilts, John enjoys garden landscaping, and they both enjoy walking, biking, skiing, hiking, nature photography, and their Golden Retriever, Rusty.

  • Revercy

    Kathryn, I read your story and the similarities with my own are so many that I felt I needed to write to you.  I’m also and ordained minister with the Nazarene Church, and a Chaplain. I started my walk going through some of the Catholic rites, baptism, confession, communion, and even confirmation but declared myself an atheist.  (Actually I’m working on my testimony to submit to The Journey Home.) But I really identify with the feelings of leaving it all behind to move into the Catholic tradition.  I’m a lector at my church and boy… sometimes it is so hard not to preach! I feel like saying: “Father, may I just share something???? On the other hand I know I have the heart of a pastor and when I see a need I want to follow up, do some counseling… JUST SOMETHING!!!  I have been involved in different things and as of yet I have not found my “niche.”  Groups are another area of frustration… I’ve done bereavement groups, and study groups for so many years and when I participate in some of the groups offered in church I just want to take over and facilitate the dynamics of the group… but I just “hold my horses” and build up from the back seat!
    On the positive side, I would not change it for anything! Where else can we have access to such intimacy with the Lord through the Eucharist? The solid “chain of command” from Jesus to today? Where else would we find the depth of spirituality that the mystics offer?  I am so thankful that the Lord at the fulness of time took me back home!    And when I get discouraged I think “there is so much work to be done!”  and because of my history with God I know that at the right time he will use me in his church. It is funny because there are some Protestant ministers that I love to listen to and I occasionally go to their meetings and then I come back and Father listens to me and I know I have his ear which is a real privilege. A friend of mine said to me “you are like a bee bringing pollen from one camp into another!”
    Thank you for sharing your walk!  I just wanted you to know that I was encouraged and exited by reading your story.
    God bless you and fulfill all your hearts desires
    Joy

    • Kathryn Betournay

      Thank you, Joy, for your comments, and congratulations to you for your courageous journey. I resonate with your learning to trust the Lord’s plan, and let him use you as He wills.
       I look forward to reading your story. If you want to talk further, feel free to find me on facebook, or to e-mail me at kbetournay@comcast.net. I would love to hear from you.Blessings and peace,  Kathryn

  • Vicki Hunter

    Kathryn, God Bless!! Not sure how to get in touch w/ you… I found your Sacred Heart Prayer Quilt on the web, was inspired by it and was hoping you had a pattern for it. I have been making scripture crosses and heart bowls to give to souls in need of Jesus. I was asked recently to start a prayer quilt… then I found yours… Thanks, God be with you, Vicki < huntersigns@sbcglobal.net