“At a pastor’s conference, I bumped into a denominational worker who had recently planted a cowboy church south of Dallas. He said, ‘You know something? You would be perfect for the cowboy church I’m starting…’ I wound up spending 22 years at Cowboy Church, and I can honestly say that these were some of the best years of my life. I loved the people, was content in my work, and felt honored to have been part of something that felt like a genuine movement of God. I had no plans to go anywhere else and didn’t believe that I ever would.”
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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,
“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
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,
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.
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