It was a hot July day in 1976, and I had just returned home for supper. It was still light out in the early evening and Yolanda, my girlfriend at
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I grew up in the rural community of Bethlehem, Kentucky — a great place to call home around Christmas. For as long as I can remember, my family attended a
My Early Life I grew up in an Evangelical household. We were not tied to any particular denomination. Due to my father’s work, we moved around the country a lot,
My dad took me to my first Royals game when I was eight years old. It was 1976. Big John Mayberry hit a home run for us, we beat the
I was born July 11, 1954, the first of seven children. One week later, I was baptized into the Catholic Church. From second through tenth grades, I attended Catholic schools,
In order to explain my journey, I have to explain those of my parents, because that is where it all began. My mother was from Czechoslovakia. My grandmother was the
There has never been a time in my life when I was not surrounded by a faith centered on the Eucharist/Lord’s Supper/Breaking of Bread. I would eventually come home to
Bags of Candy! Bags of candy! This is what I remember most about my upbringing as a Lutheran (Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America – Missouri Synod). At the
Devotion Throughout my life, I can see a thread of gold woven in between many events, good and bad, and that thread is the love of God. I can see
There is no obvious reason that this Baptist housewife and mother from East Texas should be Catholic. And yet, here I am. It was April 15th, 2006. I stood in
“Hi, my name is Paul, and I’m an ex-Protestant.” Telling my conversion story can sometimes feel like I’m attending some sort of “church-anonymous” meeting. God, church, the Bible, and prayer
“Late have I loved you, Beauty so ancient and new.”— St. Augustine, Confessions, Book X, 27, 38. Encounter I was born in 1957, at the dawn of the “space age,”