Odë:hgöd
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Hello;
I was christened an infant into the Roman Catholic Church in 1944, and eventually
attended catechism to complete First Holy Communion and Confirmation.
My siblings are Catholic, my mother was Catholic, my eldest brother entered the
priesthood and made it to the rank of Friar before passing away in May 2018 of
cancer. (Though he was a Friar, my brother was no saint. He had a problem with
alcohol till AA helped straighten him out). My wife is a former Catholic, her dad was
Catholic, his wife was Catholic, my aunt and uncle were Catholics, and my wife's
cousins are Catholic; one of them is qualified to teach Catechism.
I was loyal to Rome up until I was 24, then one day I was approached by a
Conservative Baptist minister who asked me if I was prepared for Christ's return.
Well; I must've been either asleep or absent the day that the nuns talked about
Jesus coming back because that man's question was the very first time in my whole
life that I can remember somebody telling me.
My initial reaction was alarm because I instinctively knew that were I called on the
carpet for a face-to-face with Jesus, it would not go well for me because I had a lot
to answer for. Well; I don't like being made to feel afraid so I became indignant and
demanded to know why Jesus would come back. That's when I found out for the
very first time that it was in the plan for Christ to take over the world. (I had
somehow missed that in catechism too.)
Then the minister asked me if I was going to heaven. Well; of course I had no clue
because Catholics honestly don't know what to expect when they pass away. I was
crossing my fingers while in the back of my mind dreading the worst.
Then the man said; "Don't you know that Jesus died for your sins?"
Well; I had been taught in catechism that Jesus died for the sins of the world; that
much I knew; but honestly believed all along that he had been a victim of
unfortunate circumstances. It was a shock to discover that Jesus' trip to the cross
was deliberate, and that his Father was thinking of me when His son passed away,
viz: my sins were among the sins of the world that Jesus took to the cross with
him.
At that very instant-- scarcely a nanosecond --something took over in my mind as I
fully realized, to my great relief, that heaven was no longer out of reach, rather,
well within my grasp!
That was an amazing experience. In just the two or three minutes of conversation
with that Baptist minister, I obtained an understanding of Jesus' crucifixion that
many tedious years of catechism classes had somehow failed to get across.
Consequently, my confidence in the Roman Catholic Church was shattered like a
bar of peanut brittle candy dropped on the sidewalk from the tippy top of the
Chrysler building.
Long story short; I eventually went with that man to his church and, side by side
with him and a couple of elders, knelt at the rail down front and prayed a really
simple, naive prayer that went something like this;
"God, I know I'm a sinner. I would like to take advantage of your son's death"
My prayer wasn't much to brag about; but it was the smartest sixteen words I'd
ever spoken up to that time.
● Matt 10:32 . .Whoever acknowledges me before men, I will also acknowledge him
before my Father in heaven.
_
Hello;
I was christened an infant into the Roman Catholic Church in 1944, and eventually
attended catechism to complete First Holy Communion and Confirmation.
My siblings are Catholic, my mother was Catholic, my eldest brother entered the
priesthood and made it to the rank of Friar before passing away in May 2018 of
cancer. (Though he was a Friar, my brother was no saint. He had a problem with
alcohol till AA helped straighten him out). My wife is a former Catholic, her dad was
Catholic, his wife was Catholic, my aunt and uncle were Catholics, and my wife's
cousins are Catholic; one of them is qualified to teach Catechism.
I was loyal to Rome up until I was 24, then one day I was approached by a
Conservative Baptist minister who asked me if I was prepared for Christ's return.
Well; I must've been either asleep or absent the day that the nuns talked about
Jesus coming back because that man's question was the very first time in my whole
life that I can remember somebody telling me.
My initial reaction was alarm because I instinctively knew that were I called on the
carpet for a face-to-face with Jesus, it would not go well for me because I had a lot
to answer for. Well; I don't like being made to feel afraid so I became indignant and
demanded to know why Jesus would come back. That's when I found out for the
very first time that it was in the plan for Christ to take over the world. (I had
somehow missed that in catechism too.)
Then the minister asked me if I was going to heaven. Well; of course I had no clue
because Catholics honestly don't know what to expect when they pass away. I was
crossing my fingers while in the back of my mind dreading the worst.
Then the man said; "Don't you know that Jesus died for your sins?"
Well; I had been taught in catechism that Jesus died for the sins of the world; that
much I knew; but honestly believed all along that he had been a victim of
unfortunate circumstances. It was a shock to discover that Jesus' trip to the cross
was deliberate, and that his Father was thinking of me when His son passed away,
viz: my sins were among the sins of the world that Jesus took to the cross with
him.
At that very instant-- scarcely a nanosecond --something took over in my mind as I
fully realized, to my great relief, that heaven was no longer out of reach, rather,
well within my grasp!
That was an amazing experience. In just the two or three minutes of conversation
with that Baptist minister, I obtained an understanding of Jesus' crucifixion that
many tedious years of catechism classes had somehow failed to get across.
Consequently, my confidence in the Roman Catholic Church was shattered like a
bar of peanut brittle candy dropped on the sidewalk from the tippy top of the
Chrysler building.
Long story short; I eventually went with that man to his church and, side by side
with him and a couple of elders, knelt at the rail down front and prayed a really
simple, naive prayer that went something like this;
"God, I know I'm a sinner. I would like to take advantage of your son's death"
My prayer wasn't much to brag about; but it was the smartest sixteen words I'd
ever spoken up to that time.
● Matt 10:32 . .Whoever acknowledges me before men, I will also acknowledge him
before my Father in heaven.
_