I often thank God that I was born into a Christian family. My parents and grandparents lived a great example as I was growing up. They first took me to church when I was one week old, and we continued to attend two or three times per week. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know about Jesus and, when I was 9 years old, I asked to be baptized.
“Then you will know that I, the Lord your God dwell in Zion, my holy hill.” (Joel 3:17a, NIV)
I was born in 1971 in Sosnowiec, an industrial mining city in southern Poland, and raised as a devout Catholic. These were harsh times; communism had reared its ugly head, stigmatizing and criticizing the beliefs of those whose faith was precious to them.
A “Convoluted” Pathway Home by Peter Doane Someone once pointed out to me that when one commits one’s life to the Lord this journey seems to become “convoluted.” I would tend to agree. My journey back to the Catholic Church is one full of joy and pain, saints and sinners, angels and demons, and finally, […]
Solid Foundations by Chad Torgerson I grew up in a suburb of Chicago and was raised in the Lutheran faith. My parents were not the most spiritual of people, but they wanted to make sure that my siblings and I were “exposed” to faith. Basically, the concept was to introduce us to Christianity but allow […]
I looked at the secular bookstore and found some things written by Clement, Justin Martyr, and a couple of other guys who KNEW THE APOSTLES!!! I was blown away! And here was the kicker, they mentioned the same things as the guy who wrote The Way of a Pilgrim. They talked about the Sacraments, and something else I had never heard, The Real Presence of Jesus in the Eucharist. It was as if someone had slapped me in the face. What the heck was this? Justin Martyr described in detail what the Early Church gathering looked like. It was nothing like what we in Nashville were calling the Early Church! My curiosity began to germinate.