A Journey Through Faith
Welcome Home
After giving birth to our second daughter and having a near death experience, I felt even closer to Jesus and my mind and my heart seemed to have craved more truth. As I was waking up from anesthesia from my life-saving surgery I was waking up into more spiritual clarity. I saw the Episcopal culture for what it was: politically driven.
My search for deeper meaning and truth began. I still didn’t have any clue about Catholicism but consciously told myself no matter what I was not to become Catholic. I knew, however, that I wanted to go to a church that received Communion in the way I had been receiving it: with the Eucharistic Ceremony. The idea of attending a church that passed grape juice through the pews seemed cringe. I was somehow separating what I was craving and Catholicism; I did not understand or know that Catholicism was, in fact, what I was craving.
In my search for Jesus in the Eucharist, my husband who had attended private Lutheran school for elementary told me that Lutherans do celebrate the Eucharist. We attended a few weeks but I felt even further from Jesus there. I can’t explain it other than to say it felt empty.
I felt lost. I didn’t know what to do or where to go from there. At this point thought my only options were political church culture, empty ceremonies, and cringe-y grape juice.
I was praying hard. My prayer was deep and simple: where do you want me to go, Lord?
I had an emotionally powerful dream calling me to the Catholic Church. I woke up laughing hysterically. I was still in deep denial about Catholicism. I only knew what the world told me about it: that all priests are molesters, that they are stringent and old fashioned with the rules, they are judgmental, that sins are confessed to a man, and that it was led by a man (the Pope). It’s a religion built on man, not God, and thus false.
But, here’s the thing: the dream didn’t feel that silly after meditating on it a while. I thought about the fact that I had never been inside of a Catholic Church or even knew what they practiced. So perhaps a bit of research wouldn’t hurt. I found that what I was craving, Jesus in the Eucharist, is originally a Catholic practice. I found that the Catholic Church was the first Christian Church established by Christ Himself in 33 AD and the only Christian church for the first 1500 years or so of Christianity until the Reformation. I found that the authority of the Catholic Church was given to Peter, the first Pope, and has been passed down to the present Pope. Imagine my surprise! I was completely ignorant of these facts. I thought that Catholicism had to have such deep truth to have survived so long. I had thought that with so much hatred, condemnation, judgement, and evil that the Catholic Church suffers, the enemy works overtime to demolish its influence and that cannot come from nothing but that Catholicism is true. Why else would so much evil attack it? I began to deconstruct all of my preconceived notions of Catholicism. But I was still afraid to make that leap.
The final nail in the coffin in making the leap to Catholicism was when my daughter and I drove by our local Catholic Church and she asked me if we can attend that church. I felt that was my final sign. The following Sunday we step foot inside a Catholic Church for the first time in my entire life. The power of the Holy Spirit was so profound that I balled my eyes out. This was what I was craving! I repented immediately of my stubbornness. I was denying myself this beautiful mystery for so long. I allowed humans to disparage me from it, rumors to deter me, negativity, judgment, hatred and condemnation to poison my mind. I decided then and there I would never allow the words of others influence the decisions I make for my life. The enemy could not keep me from this any longer.
I came to discover that receiving the Eucharist in the Catholic Church required a full conversion: baptism and confirmation. I had never been baptized as a child because my mother had that protestant notion that I should choose it myself. Though it was quite a journey up until this point, it certainly wasn’t a difficult decision to make because I was finally home. I learned of the Rites of Christian Initiation (RCIA) and contacted the director after my second Sunday at the Catholic Church. Through the Grace of God I got in right at the last minute to receive Sacraments this Easter.
I have learned so much that has blown my mind and opened my heart to a deeper relationship with God. I am blessed with amazing and patient teachers who guide us all and answer our questions with joy. I have become so dedicated to the Holy Rosary and find such comfort in the arms of Our Blessed Mother. I am eagerly awaiting my Sacraments and I am filled with such gratitude for the Lord’s Great Mercy. God is merciful and has certainly heard my prayers through all these years. He has redeemed me in miraculous ways. I have been saved so many times in my past from mortal danger and I know that has been God’s Hands in my life. Despite all of my sins, He has forgiven me in the best way possible: by opening the doors to His Church and Her Sacraments which lead to eternal life. I am humbled and grateful to say that I will be coming home to the Catholic Church.
Of course now with the lock-downs, my Sacraments are delayed but I just pray, hope, and not worry as my Confirmation Saint, Padre Pio, recommends.