Another Protestant’s Journey into the Catholic Church
Because it’s true.
Why does a Baptist-turned-Reformed-Presbyterian enter the Roman Catholic Church? Short answer: Because it’s true. Long answer: It gets really long and complicated; hence this blog. The short answer, however, mustn’t be overlooked. It was a matter of conscience.
None of us asked for the 500-year schism in the Church. We were born in the 20th century, or later. The sixteenth century was a long time ago. If you are reading this blog, chances are the Catholic-Protestant question is important to you like it is to me. I was born into a particular denominational soup, so my road may seem foreign even to many Protestants. The fact there are so many soups is part of the answer to what seemed an unanswerable conundrum.
On September 10, 2017, by God’s grace, I was received into the Roman Catholic Church. That was seventeen years to the day I began reading the Catechism of the Roman Catholic Church. I don’t read that slowly. I hit a stumbling block. The journey had long grown cold when, in the Spring of this 2017, I stumbled back on its path. In this blog I try to trace some of the lines of the journey, pausing to comment on markers I found along the way. I do it because I am convinced the fullness of the faith is in the Catholic Church.
Protestants in my past introduced me to Jesus and taught me to esteem Sacred Scripture. For that I am eternally grateful. I want to be a faithful witness for Jesus Christ, His cross and resurrection; His Passion and Lordship. I want to introduce my family, friends and neighbors to the Catholic Church. There is only one Body of Christ. It is true and good and beautiful.
Ultimately, I want to know Him and be known by Him. I want to make Him known. Thank you for reading. If you find anything here with merit, please Subscribe and please Share on your favorite social media. And you will be contributing as well. Blessings.
Cathedral-Basilica of the Immaculate Conception, Mobile, Alabama where I came into the Church.
As for me, I know that my vindicator lives, and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust. This will happen when my skin has been stripped off, and from my flesh I will see God: I will see for myself, my own eyes, not another’s, will behold him: my inmost being is consumed with longing. Job 19:25-27