John Henry Cardinal Newman helped me see that was me. He helped me see through centuries-old, anti-Catholic error and prejudice. And so Cardinal Newman helped me enter the Catholic Church. Continue reading “Heresy’s a hard word to swallow”
Looking back and in comparison, my Protestantism seems two-dimensional. We had sketches of truth, a lot of it, but dimensions were a little off. Light and shade were not quite right. Continue reading “When Night was on the waters”
One beggar helps another beggar into the Catholic Church.
Already I’ve introduced late-in-life Catholic convert, G.K. Chesterton; and, to a lesser extent, Walker Percy. Percy studied medicine before taking up the pen Continue reading “Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross”
Sacred Scripture is not a divine riddle; nor a Rubik’s Cube to figure out. There is a place for exegesis and theology is good. However, twenty centuries later, or even fifteen, the faith once delivered is well-established. Continue reading “I denied the Eucharist, by what authority?”
The Eucharist leads a Protestant home to Rome.
C.S. Lewis’ Miracles and The Great Divorce helped me see The Eucharist. Continue reading “Until we have real feet”
“Great hope has dawned; the Catholic Faith teaches not what we thought, and vainly accused it of[.]” Confessions of St. Augustine at Book VI, [XI.], 18.
It is not true. I was wrong. The Catholic Faith does not teach, as the Apostle Paul warned the Galatians, another gospel. Continue reading “By grace, through faith. Or does Rome preach another gospel?”
Protestants on the Roman Road
Over ninety years before I entered the Roman Catholic Church, The Apostle of Common Sense laid down a few mile markers. G.K. Chesterton shows adult-converts what they can expect to see along the way. Uncannily, he was spot-on. Continue reading “Somewhere between fighting it and the Faith: fairness, fondness and fear”