Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for the ‘Conversion’ Category

Holy Saturday

I vividly remember Holy Saturday of one year ago. It was April 7th, a beautiful spring morning….and there was SNOW on the ground! It was unbelievable. I took it as a sign of the incredible things to come later that day. 🙂

I have no way of knowing how many of you who stop by here will be welcomed into the Church this weekend. But for those who are coming in, you have my constant prayers today and tomorrow. I still remember the butterflies in my stomach. For many, the butterflies may be accompanied by doubt. I’m praying against that for you. For some, there is grieving of friends you have lost along the journey. I’m praying for our Lord to supply your every need. God may be asking some of you to take a step of faith because it still doesn’t all make sense to you. I’m praying for you to know his strong presence with every step.

I have said it before but I’ll say it again. It. Is. Worth. It. You’ll not regret this decision – hard as it may have been to make. He will meet you in it.

He is waiting.

The apostles, saints, and martyrs of old are waiting.

We’re all (the Church Militant, the Church Expectant, the Church Triumphant) waiting……..to welcome you to the table.

Have a glorious Easter!

Read Full Post »

I still haven’t mastered exactly how to move through that awkward moment. Not the one that happens when I run into an acquaintance in the Target checkout line and she asks me if we’re still out at that “pretty little Anglican church”. Nor the one that follows when I see her face blanch (or cloud with suspicion) when I tell her we’re now at St. Thomas Aquinas Church. It’s the one after that. The one when she asks me why.

Hmmmm….

Why.

At this point, my own face blanches as I wonder what response could possibly suffice for the Target checkout line? (And just in case you haven’t guessed, these moments aren’t limited to Target! 😉 ) How in the world can I share with this woman all the joy and excitement that’s in my heart about why I chose to become Catholic in the 2 minutes between when she slides her credit card into the card reader and when she wheels her cart away?!

I could introduce her to the Early Church Fathers and explain how they give us so much insight into what the Christians of the first centuries believed and how they worshiped…..in 30 seconds. I could go on to explain how God led these men to hold Church Councils- not to invent truth but to preserve what was already believed…..in the next 30 seconds. I could continue to share that God gave us the Church before he gave us the Bible and that it’s thanks to the Church that we have the Bible as we know it…..in 30 seconds. And that would leave me with about 30 seconds to explain that I’ve come to understand that the Catholic Church is Scriptural and true. That it and it’s dogmas are not man made. That the Bible makes more sense to me now than it ever did before. That I believe God has given us the Church as a visible authority, guide, and preserver of the Sacraments.

Can you see why this just doesn’t work?! 🙂 There’s no 2 minute answer that feels complete and truthful yet doesn’t leave my inquirer wishing they hadn’t asked. I’m starting to think there was never meant to be a 2 minute answer. (OK, so I’m a little slow!) I shouldn’t be able to cover 2,500 years of church history and all the Lord has done in my own heart in the time it takes a person to swipe their Visa.

I need to start viewing these moments as the “beginning” rather than the “beginning, middle, and end”.

Read Full Post »

I live in a beautiful portion of the Eastern United States, not far from the homes of some very noteable, past presidents of our country. How do I know those men actually lived in those impressive estates or if those are just tales contrived to bring tourist dollars into the area? Fortunately, many details (good, bad, and ugly) of these mens’ lives are recorded for antiquity in their letters and journals. Although I can’t personally vouch for the authenticity of these documents, the proponderance of evidence offered by historians seems to validate that these men did indeed take up residence on these historic farms.

The question of how to determine truth fluttered in and out of my mind for years….sometimes plaguing me but usually getting pushed aside. I just couldn’t understand, with all the differing ideas within christianity about baptism, how we’re saved, how we’re to worship, etc., that anyone could really know….really, REALLY know the truth. Eighteen months ago, I was again wrestling with this question as I was meditating on John 17. It was almost as if I was reading these verses for the first time.

“I do not pray for these only, but also for those who believe in me through their word, that they may all be one, even as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. The glory which you have given me I have given to them, that they may be one even as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may become perfectly one, so that the world may know that you have sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.”

Our oneness needs to be visible to the world that they “may believe”. Our oneness should reflect the oneness of God the Father and God the Son. The Father and the Son never bickered or disagreed about anything. This felt like a major newsflash to me. I was dumbfounded. I really had read these verses before but this time was different. It was almost as if I was reading them for the first time. That was the first time I began to feel challenged that all the various denominations and divisions among Christians were not what God intended. For this oneness to exist, truth must be discernable, visible and complete, not vague or contradicting.

Jesus says He is “the way, the truth, and the life”(Jn 14:6) and that “the truth will make you free” (Jn 8:33). To be set free, we must know the truth. But how?

For most of my christian life, I had prayed that the Holy Spirit would guide me into truth whenever I meditated on the Scriptures. Yet how did I make sense of things when “my truth” contradicted “your truth”? Even the most knowledgeable and godly scripture scholars dispute one another. Peter even acknowledges this when he says that some things are “hard to understand” (2 Pt. 3:16). But God wouldn’t put such a high priority on truth and yet make it unattainable.

“….but I am writing these instructions to you so that……you may know how to behave in the household of God, which is the Church of the living, the pillar and bulwark of the truth.” (1Tim. 3:16)

I had found my answer. The Church was the preserver of truth. Now, if I could just determine which church…..

Read Full Post »

It’s That Time of Year

**When moms of public school students begin dreaming of the morning the yellow school bus arrives on their street (or so I’m told).

**When moms of homeschoolers begin stalking the UPS guy (unfortunately, our UPS guy has first-hand knowledge of this behavior) who will deliver their boxes and boxes of books/curricula…..and the Runningkids start asking, “When can we start school?”

**When (and this is the real purpose of this post) RCIA programs begin to gear up for the fall.

If you’re trying to understand Catholicism because you or someone you know is being drawn to the Catholic Church, now’s the time to begin checking into RCIA schedules at your local parishes. Attendance at RCIA classes do not imply a commitment to become Catholic, just a desire to learn/understand more about Catholicism.

A year ago, I was resisting attending RCIA, yet, I had a hunch I should ready myself to be accepted into the Church just in case God led me in that direction by the time Easter arrived. I went with the confidence that I could stop attending at anytime.

If attending the classes feels too “public” for you, there are more anonymous ways to investigate Catholicism.

**Make an appointment with one of the priests and start asking your questions that way.

**Check out the blogs in my side bar. Most are written by converts to the Catholic Church. Last year, I found lots of helpful insight in the Conversion category over at Rafting the Tiber, especially two posts entitled “Should I Become Catholic?” and “What Does Your Heart Tell You?”.

**Consider joining the Catholic Spitfire Grill. This is a yahoo group originally formed by a group of homeschooling moms from the Sonlight forums. They wanted a safe place to discuss/question/investigate Catholicism so they created such a place. You will find both cradle Catholics, converts, and inquirers of all sorts but you won’t find hostility or bashing, no matter how silly you may think your question is. There are some very knowledgeable and godly people over there.

**Take a glance at my reading list. My favorite title for recommending to most folks investigating Catholicism has become David Currie’s Born Fundamentalist: Born Again Catholic. Having come from a reformed, evangelical protestant background, Currie understands first-hand the hesitations and questions that many evangelical protestant Christians have about Catholicism and does a good job of addressing those issues.

**Request some of the free resources available here or here. Nobody will ever know you did. 😉

Whether you are investigating Catholicism because you sense the Holy Spirit is leading you in that direction or you’re investigating Catholicism to disprove its claims, it’s important to learn about Catholicism from Catholics…..not pew warmer Catholics (Fr. Longenecker calls these folks the “Holly and Lily Crowd“) but orthodox Catholics who are passionate about living their faith. It may sound like I’m stating the obvious but I learned the hard way how much truth there is in this statement:

“There are not over a hundred people in the United States who hate the Catholic Church. There are millions, however, who hate what they wrongly believe to be the Catholic Church,which is, of course, quite a different thing.”

Bishop Fulton Sheen

Read Full Post »

For folks who have been drawn to Catholicism, the emotional aspect of the experience (which often involves feeling as if the rug has been pulled out from under you) can be very similar but the actual conversion tipping point may vary widely. I already explained how and why I became convinced that I couldn’t live without the Eucharist here. the second “scale tipping” issue for me was becoming convinced of the necessity of visible unity in the Church.

While in college, I led an evangelical bible study in my sorority. Ironically, the woman who sponsored me through RCIA this past year may have even been in that bible study. It was sort of a “seekers” study so I’m sure I was probably trying to evangelize her. 😉 I recall one particular evening when the group started discussing what heaven might be like. I decided to share a perspective about heaven that I had recently heard…after all, I was the experienced, mature Christian with more bible knowledge than most of the other gals in the room….at least that’s what my pride told me. I can still remember how dumb I felt when this idea met resistance and I realized I really had no idea what I was talking about. That experience has stuck with me all these years, not only because it dented my own pride, but because it really set me wondering about the idea of truth, maybe for the first time in my life.

How can I know what is true?

Who knows the truth for sure anyway?

How can two different Christians have two different ideas about truth?

I can’t say I really wrestled with these thoughts for very long at that time. My undergraduate years ended and I started my “real life” as a young professional, hanging out with Christian friends who thought, talked, and believed like me. It was very easy to have a black and white mindset about issues of faith and I liked it that way. It was very comfortable. I was never really challenged on why I believed what I believed…………until just a few years later.

It was then that I met a young Catholic fellow who would challenge me to consider the continuum between black and white. It was a very uncomfortable friendship at times because we had such different perspectives on certain subjects, but it was also very invigorating. We would have hours-long discussions and I would walk away feeling like I had gotten a new and fresh glimpse of God……and He was much, MUCH bigger than I had previously thought. This friend obviously loved God but had such a different manner of experiencing, communicating, and speaking about his faith. He rarely spoke the name Jesus and certainly didn’t pray as openly (and verbosely) as I did. He seemed to hesitate when I asked him about the day (and time) he became a Christian, as if he maybe didn’t understand my question. He didn’t fit into my mold at all.

We discussed assurance of salvation (once saved always saved), baptism, how one is actually saved, differing interpretations of scripture…and on…and on…and on. Sometimes, our differences would come down to semantics, but sometimes they were much more.

I’ll spare you all the details but suffice it to say, God, in his sense of humor, intended for this young Catholic guy to be my husband. In human terms our union didn’t make sense. What he held to be true on some issues regarding his faith stood in opposition to “my” truth. I didn’t go to the altar understanding how God would work out our differences but I did go with confidence that He would. I was scared to death but I knew this union was a good thing. I was experiencing God in more profound and greater ways than ever before. I knew that to not marry this man would be to miss out on wonderful things God had for me. I also must admit that I was convinced God would use to me to change my future husband’s thinking on some issues. Oh, how the Lord must have been laughing! 🙂

(to be continued)

Read Full Post »

…is Thomas Howard. His books Evangelical Is Not Enough, On Being Catholic, and Lead, Kindly Light were all very instrumental in my becoming the Catholic Christian I am today. When I was first introduced to his writings nearly 14 years ago, I didn’t realize who he was. By that, I mean, I didn’t realize he was the brother of Elisabeth Elliot. Upon learning that piece of information, I appreciated his writing even more. It couldn’t have been an easy decision for a man from such a well-known protestant family to enter the Catholic Church. Recently, I found a new-to-me blog, Streams of Mercy where I was fascinated to read a little of Elisabeth Elliot’s take on her brother’s conversion to Catholicism. I have read before of times when she was questioned on this topic. She has never been anything but loving, gracious, and respectful. Can you just imagine the thought provoking discussions that must occur around this family’s Thanksgiving table? Oh, to be a fly on that wall! 🙂

HT: Kid Sister of Blessed Imelda

If you would like to hear more from Thomas Howard, audio links to interviews with him can be found on this page.

Read Full Post »

It’s eerie to me how similar the emotional experiences are of folks who have journeyed the path to Catholicism. I, thankfully, did not experience the rejection of my friends and family. (Some of them may think I’m crazy but they’re still sticking around. 😉 ) However, the process was still painful because it required so much of a paradigm shift in my thinking. So much of what I had believed for so long was in question. The emotional struggle for me stemmed from the ongoing confusion and uncertainty that consumed me for many months.

In the midst of it all, I received an email from a friend inquiring about how I was doing. She had joined the Catholic Church a year prior, and therefore knew, without even asking, what I was probably experiencing. She asked me about the sleepless nights, the pit in my stomach that rarely went away, the wondering (mine, not hers) if I was crazy, the feelings of loneliness, the constant worry about what if I do and what if I don’t become Catholic. Her assessment of my state of being was right on the mark.

Amber, from This Catholic Journey, has written a beautiful description of her conversion experience here, at CatholicDaily.org.   So much of what she describes could be said about the past year of my life.

Read Full Post »

As I have already mentioned, when I began investigating Catholicism, I began by reading. But since I’m a multi-tasker, I also began listening a lot…..while in the car, folding laundry, making dinner, running. Below are some links that proved invaluable to me. I hope they’re helpful to someone here, regardless of if you’re investigating Catholicism for yourself or trying to understand a friend or family member.

CatholiCity

EWTN, Catholic Answers Live

Bible Christian Society

If anyone has additional links to share, please feel free to link them in the comments.

Read Full Post »

…and I don’t mean a weight loss program. 😉

Every once in a while you learn a new bit of information or you see something as if seeing it for the first time and you have a hunch that what you’re learning or seeing may have a big impact on your life. Now I’m not talking a “lightbulb” moment like when I learned I could place books on hold at our local library via the internet and some hard-working librarian would pull all of them off the shelf and have them waiting for me at the check-out desk within a couple of days. Or when I learned that Bed, Bath & Beyond will let you use expired coupons (did you know that?!).

What I’m talking about is more than a “lightbulb moment”. I talkin’ one of those scales-falling-from-your-eyes moments when you realize your life may or should change profoundly in response to what you’ve seen. The scales are falling so fast you can practically here them clatter as they hit the floor. Perhaps you’re even shaken to the core by it….but you can’t ignore it. You can’t not be changed by it. You’re drawn by it.

That was me, about 18 months ago while sitting with our church bible study as we studies this passage:

“Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; he who comes to me shall not hunger, and he who believes in me shall never thirst.
36: But I said to you that you have seen me and yet do not believe.
37: All that the Father gives me will come to me; and him who comes to me I will not cast out.
38: For I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent me;
39: and this is the will of him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up at the last day.
40: For this is the will of my Father, that every one who sees the Son and believes in him should have eternal life; and I will raise him up at the last day.”
41: The Jews then murmured at him, because he said, “I am the bread which came down from heaven.”
42: They said, “Is not this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How does he now say, `I have come down from heaven’?”
43: Jesus answered them, “Do not murmur among yourselves.
44: No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him; and I will raise him up at the last day.
45: It is written in the prophets, `And they shall all be taught by God.’ Every one who has heard and learned from the Father comes to me.
46: Not that any one has seen the Father except him who is from God; he has seen the Father.
47: Truly, truly, I say to you, he who believes has eternal life.
48: I am the bread of life.
49: Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died.
50: This is the bread which comes down from heaven, that a man may eat of it and not die.
51: I am the living bread which came down from heaven; if any one eats of this bread, he will live for ever; and the bread which I shall give for the life of the world is my flesh.”
52: The Jews then disputed among themselves, saying, “How can this man give us his flesh to eat?”
53: So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you;
54: he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.
55: For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.
56: He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him.
57: As the living Father sent me, and I live because of the Father, so he who eats me will live because of me.
58: This is the bread which came down from heaven, not such as the fathers ate and died; he who eats this bread will live for ever.” John 6:35-58

I had read these verses before, many times in fact. Frankly, it really didn’t matter to me if the wafer and wine we ingested at communion were the real deal or a memorial. If my Dh wanted to believe they were the real flesh and blood of Jesus, that was fine with me. Either way, it didn’t make any difference how we lived out our faith. That’s where I was that evening when we examined this passage.

But that particular evening, my reasoning fell apart when I discovered that the Greek word Jesus uses for “eats” in some of these verses (the ones I have bolded) means literally to “chew” or “gnaw”. Before verse 54, he uses a more common verb for eat, one that could be interpreted to have a figurative meaning, i.e. the necessity of faith. But from verse 54 on, the focus of his teaching shifts to a more crude and forceful connotation. (scales hitting the floor) In fact, this gnawing/chewing is so important that He repeats it three more times in this passage. (more scales hitting the floor) Not only that but he associates this gnawing/chewing with having eternal life (v. 54) and with abiding in Him (v. 56). (still more scales)

Because our study group was also reading through Robert Wilken’s The Spirit of Early Christian Thought and was being led by a guy who was studying directly under Dr. Wilken, we incorporated many writings of the ECF’s. How did the early Christians understand this passage?

“They abstain from the Eucharist and from prayer, because they confess not the Eucharist to be the flesh of our Saviour Jesus Christ, which suffered for our sins, and which the Father, of His goodness, raised up again.” Ignatius of Antioch, A.D. 110

“And this food is called among us Eukaristia [the Eucharist], of which no one is allowed to partake but the man who believes that the things which we teach are true, and who has been washed with the washing that is for the remission of sins, and unto regeneration, and who is so living as Christ has enjoined. For not as common bread and common drink do we receive these; but in like manner as Jesus Christ our Saviour, having been made flesh by the Word of God, had both flesh and blood for our salvation, so likewise have we been taught that the food which is blessed by the prayer of His word, and from which our blood and flesh by transmutation are nourished, is the flesh and blood of that Jesus who was made flesh.” Justin Martyr, A.D. 155

“He has acknowledged the cup (which is a part of the creation) as His own blood, from which He bedews our blood; and the bread (also a part of the creation) He has established as His own body, from which He gives increase to our bodies.” Irenaeus, A.D. 189

“I wish to admonish you with examples from your religion. You are accustomed to take part in the divine mysteries, so you know how, when you have received the Body of the Lord, you reverently exercise every care lest a particle of it fall, and lest anything of the consecrated gift perish. You account yourselves guilty, and rightly do you so believe, if any of it be lost through negligence. But if you observe such caution in keeping His Body, and properly so, how is it that you think neglecting the word of God a lesser crime than neglecting His Body?” Origen, A.D. 244

I have to admit it was a bit of a rug-pulled-out-from-under-me experience. I think the room may have even begun to spin. The Lord had shown me something BIG and I knew I would not be unchanged by it. Jesus was telling me He is in the Eucharist and that my partaking in the Eucharist assists me in abiding in Him and obtaining eternal life. Writings of the ECF’s supported these notions. The implications for my life were huge.

Why did I never understand this before? I have wondered that often since then. I think the timing and circumstances God provides for revealing more of Himself to us are part of His mystery. Perhaps up to that point in my life, He had other things to show me? I think of the Ethiopian eunuch who had been reading his bible but still didn’t “get it” until God providentially planted Philip in the eunuch’s path (Acts 8:26-31) Or there’s the all too familiar story of Paul’s Damascus Road conversion. Paul had plenty of opportunities to “see” but it wouldn’t happen unless it was God’s time and God’s way. Only God knows what it takes for us to see what He wants to reveal.

I have only skimmed the surface as far as the Early Church’s belief in the Eucharist. There are links below if you want to read more. God has each of us in a unique place of His choosing. But I do think it’s imperative (as well as a scriptural exhortation) that we know what we believe and why.

Know what you believe.

Know why.

But be careful though…it just may lead you someplace unexpected. 🙂

For futher study:

Scripture Catholic on the Eucharist

EarlyChurchFathers.com

Crossing the Tiber

The Mass of the Early Christians

Read Full Post »

There is so much I could write about Easter Vigil but at this point, it would just come out as one big garbled mess of words. I am still unable to articulate the full weight of the experience. I suspect little bits will come out over time. For now, though, I want to mention a few of the many highlights of the evening.

The Mass started in complete darkness. Our RCIA class proceeded in by candlelight. We, all of the approximately 700 in attendance, sat in blackness, except for the light of one Easter Candle, for at least 30 or 40 minutes while all the Old Testament readings were either sung or read. I have never heard so much scripture in a worship service in all my life! Any singing was done acapella during this portion of the Mass. Then we all stood and for the first time that night, I heard the low, dull hum of the organ starting up. The hum was quiet at first but grew steadily louder. As the volumn grew, so did the charge of the air in the sanctuary. I didn’t know what to expect next, but my heart knew it was something big. All at once the organist was pounding out “Glory to God in the Highest”, the lights came on and a banner proclaiming, “Worthy is the Lamb” was released from the high ceiling of the sanctuary. My heart nearly pounded right out of my chest. As we sang the Gloria, streams of people flooded the alter with Easter Lilys and other flowers. The place was transformed to reflect a celebration of Jesus’ triumph over death and the life that He offers each of us.

Another unforgettable moment came later in the Mass when it was my turn to say the words. I had practiced the words at home many times that day. I knew I would have to say the words publicly, but didn’t know if I would be able to get them out without becoming a blubbering puddle on the floor. You see, to claim the words for myself and fully embrace them was nothing short of a miracle in my life.

“I believe and profess all that the holy Catholic Church believes, teaches, and proclaims to be revealed by God.”

Me? Did I really just say that?? I am Catholic? I still can’t believe it. I have been reflecting on how God planted my feet onto this path long before I realized it and how He used people along the way when I and they weren’t even aware.

On Easter morning I took a moment to open the handful of cards that had been given to us the previous night. Included in that stack was a card from a family who had left our Anglican church a year earlier for Catholicism. I was reminded as I read their greeting to us of my own audacity to say to them when they left Anglicanism, “You’ll be back.” That lovely friend ended up sponsoring our daughters on Saturday evening. Also in the stack was a card from another friend who not more than 6 or 8 months ago had been merely an acquaintance. Last summer, when she barely knew me, the Lord led her to pray for me. No one knew of the stirrings in my heart, yet the Lord knew I needed prayer. This woman obeyed despite not understanding His purposes. She also, unbeknownst to me, had a Mass offered for me at that time. This card I held in my hand Sunday morning, complete with my name and the priest’s signature, was the card mailed to her by the church office in commemoration of the Mass she had requested be offered for me on August 7, 2006. This same priest would anoint my head with oil as he confirmed me Saturday evening…..exactly 8 months after offering that Mass for me. How much higher God’s ways are than ours.

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »