My mainline Presbyterian upbringing in southern New Jersey in the 1950s and ‘60s was typical of many others at the time. The people in our church tended to be white Anglo-Saxon types. There were many Catholics in my small town, but they were usually of Irish, Italian, or Polish descent. On Sunday morning, the Catholics […]
I sat praying in a Catholic church at Holy Cross Monastery near Tombstone, AZ. This was unusual for me, since I wasn’t Catholic. I had accompanied my mother-in-law, who was mourning her husband. This had been a place they had liked to stop and pray. As I knelt, I prayed: “God, I don’t understand the […]
I am writing this brief summary of my life to share my experience and to serve as a testimony of my Christian journey from Jerusalem to Rome. At the outset, let me confess that Jesus Christ is the Lord of my life and it is my lifetime goal when standing before the throne of Judgment, […]
Carolyn Jacobs was happy attending her small Episcopal Church, and felt the Catholic annulment process an insurmountable barrier to becoming Catholic. However, her husband’s love for the Catholic Church moved her heart.
“Nobody could seem to grasp and understand why such an amazing man was suffering so bad for so long.” In his Assemblies of God faith, Chance Weaver was taught that Christians were given special privileges of healing. However, witnessing his beloved, pastor grandfather’s fight with cancer filled him with doubts and unanswered questions.
“This is not Middle Earth, this is not Middle Earth,” I kept telling myself. But how else could I make sense of the towering cathedrals, the Tradition and the Scriptures, the real evil to fight and the real good to defend? It was the spring of 2014. My wife, Brittany, and I were about to […]
“The more real the English Church has been to you, and all your past experience in it, the more terrible the wrench.” — Fr. Basil Maturin I am thankful to have spent thirty-three years of my life as a member of the Episcopal Church. Since age ten, when my parents decided to attend the pretty […]
My journey of faith began in the Cub Scouts at the age of eleven, working towards my religious medal. While the priest was explaining the Episcopalian theory of the Eucharist, I was daydreaming, my fingers doodling in the plush, cream-colored carpet. It would be an understatement to say that my soul did not burn for […]
During Christmas vacation in December of 1997, my wife and I were spending the holidays with her family. At one of my sister-in-law’s homes I found a book sitting on the coffee table called Born Fundamentalist, Born Again Catholic about a fundamentalist/evangelical Christian who had become Catholic. I thought it was a joke book. I had never heard of anyone who became Catholic. In fact, all the Catholics I knew were now Protestants. While there had been times when I was younger that I would have described myself as anti-Catholic, I had long since gotten over that. I no longer saw the Catholic Church as evil, only irrelevant.