Before Finding Christianity I didn’t grow up in church and never went consistently until I was twenty-three years old. I attended church only a handful of times growing up and
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Since my childhood, I always loved C.S. Lewis’ stories about the adventures in Narnia. It was stories like the ones about Narnia that helped me realize that this was the way we usually come to understand the real and true things of life. As I began to wonder about who God is, I got introduced to characters such as Aslan, Mr. Tumnus, and Lucy. Through stories told creatively and beautifully, I came to not just know but also love the goodness and truth concerning God.
Early years My (Jeff) parents provided a loving home for my four siblings and for me. We grew up on a small, working horse farm in Michigan’s thumb area. Our
An Alaskan cruise introduced ordained Methodist minister Frank Johnson to the world of Orthodox Christianity. After being chrismated in the Greek Orthodox Church, the election of Pope Benedict XVI made Johnson question the lack of unity among Orthodox churches.
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
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
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,
Childhood in the Episcopal Church I was born in 1960 in Belham, England and christened (baptized) in the Anglican Church as an infant. My father had converted from Roman Catholicism to
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.
“And now our feet are standing within your gates, Jerusalem.” (Psalm 122:2, NAB) No other verse describes my conversion to Catholicism better than this passage. Although I’ve had the privilege of
The beginning I was born in Decatur, Texas, to a young couple that had started their lives together at an early age. My grandparents on both my father’s side and
“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,
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