On April 26, 2014 I had a long phone conversation with a Catholic friend. I told her that there were still questions I had regarding Catholic doctrine, but that I felt they were lesser questions than my hunger for the Eucharist.
That night I had a dream. I was going to Adoration. When I got to the church, I saw the monstrance with the Host hanging from a long string from the ceiling! Continue reading
In this blog I am trying to trace my spiritual journey to discover when I became Catholic. I don’t know, yet, when that moment was. But, I do know the moment I stopped being a Protestant. I was already neck deep in love with The Real Presence. I already loved the Mass. I already was feeling like there was a great disconnect between what I had been taught about the Catholic Church and what was the truth. Then I watched this video. (It’s long, but worth it.) The protest was officially over. I would not refer to myself as a Protestant again.
