Confessional Lutheran
Well-known member
- Joined
- Sep 11, 2017
- Messages
- 867
- Age
- 51
- Location
- Northern Virginia
- Gender
- Male
- Religious Affiliation
- Lutheran
- Political Affiliation
- Moderate
- Marital Status
- Divorced
- Acceptance of the Trinity & Nicene Creed
- Yes
I'd like to tell a couple of stories. I'll go back three generations to my great- grandmother, Marie Elodie Pecot ( 1887- 1967) for the first story. My great - grandmother was born in Charenton, Louisiana, to a French- speaking, devoutly Catholic family. When she was in her teenaged years, her father, Alexandre, got a job as a marshal in New Orleans and there the family moved. When she was in New Orleans, she met a Baptist from Kentucky, James Henderson Cornett ( 1879- 1976) and they eloped. Her family was livid when they discovered that she ran off with a Protestant and cut all ties to her until her husband agreed to take instruction and convert to the Catholic faith. A couple of years after my grandmother was born ( in DC, no less. Her older brothers were born in Louisiana), my great- grandfather got confirmed and all the children of that marriage ( 3) were raised as Catholics.
My grandmother fell in love with my grandfather, a Presbyterian from Tennessee who had moved up to Washington, DC with his family. When the rest of his family returned to Tennessee, my grandfather carried on up in DC, where he carried on a courtship with my grandmother. They were married in 1933 by a JP in Rockville, MD. My great- grandmother apparently had zero problems with this and they maintained a close relationship until Elodie died in 1967. My grandmother was baptized into the Baptist faith with her husband and their two daughters in the 1950s, in the same church my sister and I were brought up in and baptized ( my sister in 1984 and myself in 1988). My Catholic grandmother became my Baptist grandmother ( my Dad's mother remained a Methodist to the end of her life, as did my Dad's father) in an area that was very much Protestant at the time. Their church community was very close to them and my grandmother retained a powerful faith until the day she died.
I was confirmed after going through the RCIA program in 1995 and lived as a Catholic until 2013. I am in an area that is now very Catholic indeed ( and many Catholics are devoutly so), but I did it as a sort of " do it yourself" matter. I went to weekly Mass and Confession monthly, but I got lost in the vast population of the parish of All Saints. Except for personal discussions with my priest, there were little opportunities to serve and there were cliques that a newcomer could hardly overcome. The homilies were good and I had my now- ended marriage convalidated in the Catholic Church, but when we moved south to Florida, the emphasis changed. The homilies changed to being more about donation, donation, donation and less about theology and doctrine. I was ready to get back to the basics. After a period of intense prayer, my wife and I found an LCMS Church within walking distance of our condo and there we went. That was in the autumn of 2012.
In 2013, we were received into the Lutheran Church- Missouri Synod by a reaffirmation of faith and then we started to engage more in Bible study and we were able to participate in the life of the parish by volunteering. The Church became my church family. The same emphasis that was in Hope Lutheran Church in Jacksonville, FL was present in Hope Lutheran Church in Manassas, VA. The family in Manassas is no less my family than the family in Jacksonville. The Lord turned my heart to Him in love and now I truly do see what it is to be a part of the Body of Christ. God leads in mysterious ways.
My grandmother fell in love with my grandfather, a Presbyterian from Tennessee who had moved up to Washington, DC with his family. When the rest of his family returned to Tennessee, my grandfather carried on up in DC, where he carried on a courtship with my grandmother. They were married in 1933 by a JP in Rockville, MD. My great- grandmother apparently had zero problems with this and they maintained a close relationship until Elodie died in 1967. My grandmother was baptized into the Baptist faith with her husband and their two daughters in the 1950s, in the same church my sister and I were brought up in and baptized ( my sister in 1984 and myself in 1988). My Catholic grandmother became my Baptist grandmother ( my Dad's mother remained a Methodist to the end of her life, as did my Dad's father) in an area that was very much Protestant at the time. Their church community was very close to them and my grandmother retained a powerful faith until the day she died.
I was confirmed after going through the RCIA program in 1995 and lived as a Catholic until 2013. I am in an area that is now very Catholic indeed ( and many Catholics are devoutly so), but I did it as a sort of " do it yourself" matter. I went to weekly Mass and Confession monthly, but I got lost in the vast population of the parish of All Saints. Except for personal discussions with my priest, there were little opportunities to serve and there were cliques that a newcomer could hardly overcome. The homilies were good and I had my now- ended marriage convalidated in the Catholic Church, but when we moved south to Florida, the emphasis changed. The homilies changed to being more about donation, donation, donation and less about theology and doctrine. I was ready to get back to the basics. After a period of intense prayer, my wife and I found an LCMS Church within walking distance of our condo and there we went. That was in the autumn of 2012.
In 2013, we were received into the Lutheran Church- Missouri Synod by a reaffirmation of faith and then we started to engage more in Bible study and we were able to participate in the life of the parish by volunteering. The Church became my church family. The same emphasis that was in Hope Lutheran Church in Jacksonville, FL was present in Hope Lutheran Church in Manassas, VA. The family in Manassas is no less my family than the family in Jacksonville. The Lord turned my heart to Him in love and now I truly do see what it is to be a part of the Body of Christ. God leads in mysterious ways.