May was a month full of so many beautiful things. There were crosses and trials and reasonable illusions. And yet, so much beauty.
May was a month full of so many beautiful things. There were crosses and trials and reasonable illusions. And yet, so much beauty.
Last night I got to share my conversion story with the women’s group at my parish. It was the first time I have given my testimony in a public way. It was a blessing to be able to share my excitement and the honor I feel in being Catholic.
(I apologize for how fast I talk and for hand movements that when seen without the audio look something like interpretive dance.)
It’s been a long, agonizing, beautiful, fulfilling, challenging, lovely journey. And it’s only just beginning. Lead us Lord, deeper into You. Easter Vigil 2016. My two oldest children and I were received into full-communion in the Catholic Church. Confirmation and First Eucharist. Jesus, You were worth the wait.
I didn’t grow up with the Sacraments. Yes, I was baptized and received Communion (as often as it was offered, which was about once a month. The focal point of a Protestant worship service is not the Eucharist.) but I don’t recall them ever being called Sacraments. They were symbols. I was also married in …
As a Protestant: I don’t have to confess my sins to a priest! I can go straight to Jesus. As a Catholic: I get to confess my sins to a priest and hear the words of absolution straight from Jesus!
A little more than a year ago I was sitting around with two (then) Protestant girl friends, drinking tea, discussing theology–namely Catholicism. Yes, I have better than average friends. We may not know who won an Oscar or who wore what on the red carpet, but we can discuss transubstantiation, theology of the body, and …
A year ago there began a really intense longing in me for the Sacrament of Confession. Which is an odd thing for a, then, Protestant to so greatly desire. After all, I can confess my sins directly to Jesus (and of course we should). Such an antiquated idea that we need to confess our sins …
reconciling things 