Growing up a cradle Catholic in Argentina, Ercy Joy Ghiringhelli had a powerful experience with Jesus in the Eucharist. However, over the course of life, she became attracted by revival in Protestant churches. She eventually became an ordained Nazarene pastor and worked with the sick and suffering, until flipping channels one day, she came across an episode of The Journey Home.
David returns to the program and discusses with Marcus some of the thoughts of his conversion process. Citing the issues of Authority and the Eucharist as two of the key
My story begins in a naval hospital in Pittsburgh, California, where I was born to an 18-year-old girl and her 19-year-old husband. My parents were believers and we attended the Nazarene church close to our house.. I do remember that my mother used to turn on the TV to do her daily workouts with Jack LaLanne, and just before he came on, there was a show with a man wearing a cap, a large cross on a chain, and he wore a cape that he threw around as he talked. His eyes burned into the camera! Later I would learn that his name was Archbishop Fulton Sheen.
Leo Brown, radio personality in Lexington, KY, shares the story of his improbable transition from the rock and roll culture into Catholic radio apologetics. Leo had a death-defying experience which
Dr. Steven Smith grew up in a loving, moral Catholic home in Chicago in a predominantly Irish Catholic neighborhood. He admits that though weekly mass attenders, the family did not
Shannon Kurtz grew up in Bay City, MI as one of six children in an devout Irish Catholic family. Fully immersed in the Catholic school and parish life, Shannon loved
I was bored with the Catholic Church! All I did was daydream through Mass and my catechism classes. When I was 10, my parents stopped going to Mass, but my father would still drop off my sister and I at the church.
As I began to describe my works-laden justification, Mr. Pharis told me bluntly, “You’re not getting into heaven.” … He got my attention. I was not saved!
Don was raised in Maine in a Catholic home on a potato farm. The family attended Mass faithfully but there was no prayer at home. In high school and college,
When he was a toddler, the parents of Chris Davis divorced. He and his mother left Kentucky for Washington State, but over the next decade, they moved quite a bit.
I was born in the ghettoes of Chicago’s South Side in 1961. My first memories are of dilapidated apartments, window frames without windows, trash strewn on the streets, urine-soaked alleys, and a neglected-derived independence. As a three-, four-, and five-year-old, I remember many times coming and going from the apartment my mother, siblings and I shared while my mother, an active alcoholic at that time, had friends over from morning till night — days filled with card games, cigarette smoke and all the beer and vodka they could want. When I was about seven years old, my father, whom I had only met once, came to the apartment announcing that my six siblings and I were going with him. It was the last time I would see my mother for years. Much later, my father told us my mother told him she was moving and leaving us at the apartment, and warned him that if he didn’t come get us, we would be abandoned.
I sat at work with my head in my hands looking at the computer screen. I couldn’t believe what I had just read. There was no possible way that was the truth. How could it be? I always thought that I was right and the Catholics were wrong. If the statement I had just read was true, it would mean so much would have to change. Yet, how could they be right? This was only supposed to be a harmless trip to EWTN.com in order to disprove my fiancée’s parents and their firm Catholic beliefs.
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Help us share the truth and beauty of the Church.
Help us share the truth and beauty of the Church.
