I grew up in a small country community in a Southern Baptist family. We attended Baptist churches irregularly around the area until my parents finally settled on the local, and only, church in our small community: The First Baptist Church about two miles from home. I didn’t really attend church with them since I was already around sixteen or seventeen years of age. In my latter high school years I ended up taking home school courses from a Fundamentalist Christian curriculum and later I worked at a Christian bookstore which ultimately served as an enabler for me to grow enough in my faith to finally attend my parents Baptist church and decide to be Baptized.
Having been raised Baptist I was taught and held to the belief that Catholics “worshipped Mary”, “prayed to saints instead of Jesus”, and were “saved by their works.” Yet, all my life something in my innermost being resonated a desire for “Catholicity”. I made the Sign of the Cross (albeit somewhat incorrectly) getting on and off planes, I even lit a candle for prayer once. My conversion of heart began about the year 2000 when a relationship with a Catholic brought about in me many unanswered questions about my faith and made me deeply question ideas I’d simply taken for granted but never knew the answers to. Things like where the Bible came from, did someone “bless” or pray over the Lord’s Supper before we received it and why not, and the fact that my church wasn’t a direct descendant from Jesus Christ Himself. Even that Martin Luther and the Reformation wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and that quite possibly they were rebelling against the authority that was descended from Christ.
It took four more years of study, examination, and regular attendance to Roman Catholic Masses before I finally decided to “Cross the Tiber” and go through RCIA in order to be admitted into full communion with the Church of Rome. Even though I’d done that I still had a lot to learn. Being endlessly questioned by my still Evangelical mother prompted me to a prayer that I think every brave and honest individual should earnestly offer up:
“God, lead me to the truth. No matter where it goes. No matter what faith it brings me to. No matter if it proves the Catholic Church wrong or Protestantism wrong. Show me the way. If the Catholic Church is your church. Show me. If not, show me so. I want to be lead to Your Truth no matter what.”
After this prayer I was lead to my local Catholic radio station suggested to me by a co-worker. That lead me to a show called Catholic Answers and their website www.catholic.com where I listened to hundreds of archived shows. I started learning and getting excited about my faith. It exponentially increased my knowledge through the shows and the through the books they suggested. I took copious notes from all of these sources to reference and to renew my beliefs. I found a zeal for Apologetics and even still contemplate going to a Catholic college to get a degree in Theology. Although, I feel stretched quite thin sometimes in having to defend my faith, I heard something which I think is quite applicable: God is asking you to love large.
I’ve been a convert to Catholicism for many years now and I have grown both in knowledge and love of my faith. My devotion spurs the fire of love for my Lord and His Church. I find in it the fulfillment of a deep longing in my soul for the fullest expression of my faith in all its avenues of piety, devotion, and its roots in the antiquity of Christianity. I opened this blog in order to consolidate the sources of my insights into Catholicism from across the spectrum’s of other blogs, handwritten notes, and book markings.
Ex umbris et imaginibus in veritatem!