converts/reverts to the Faith
#1
I thought it would be interesting to hear conversion/reversion stories. Anyone want to share?  :laughing:
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#2
I think my story is fairly typical, but I'll share it nonetheless.

I was raised Catholic and attended Catholic schools my entire life.  That being said, my household was quite Protestant in theology and worship.  My father was a lapsed Catholic who hated religion ever since I can remember.  He referred to himself simply as a "follower of Christ."  We didn't go to mass often on Sundays (though I went every Thursday because of school) because my dad would said "wherever two gather in my name, there I am."  My religious education in school did nothing to instill true Catholicism in me either.  The most I ever remember doing was making cute little posters about Noah's animals. 

I eventually became disillusioned with the Church and Christianity in general.  I thought it was all meaningless and boring fairy tales by the time I was in middle school.  I was quite certain, however, that God or gods existed and I was determined to find the truth.  I spent most of high school studying other religions.  I felt a particular affinity with Hinduism and, to a lesser extent, Sufi Islam.  I spent probably at least a good year of high school actually practicing Hinduism (or some elements of it).  I did transcendental meditation.  I chanted the names of Krishna.  I talked a lot about moving to India and living the life of a mystic.   I probably would have too, but a few things started happening in my life.

I began spending time and talking with a coworker of mine.  I was 16-17ish.  He was 24ish.  We were going through the same thing and asking similar questions about life and death and God.  He began to be influenced by an art professor of his (one whom I have decided must be Catholic).  We started looking into the philosophy of truth and began to understand that truth must have a source, that it must be objective, and that the modern world made all sorts of disgusting errors about what was right and wrong, true and false in the world.

At about the same time I began taking classes from the man who would change my life.  He was my high school English teacher and he was an extremely devout Catholic convert.  He taught philosophical and theological truth.  He was tough, but gave us the dignity we deserved as students, as Catholics and human beings.  He got us thinking about Christianity, true Christianity, in an intelligent way.  Through literature, he presented us with what Christianity really was and why it was.  There was such intelligibility and rationality behind it, but at the same time it was mystical and mysterious.  He was and is the most marvelous teacher I have ever had.  I owe my conversion to him.  He transformed my heart, mind, and soul.  We have grown into close friends and I consider him a father figure. 

I slowly changed my view of the Church over the last two years of high school.  I went on a class retreat my junior year and everything clicked on that one night.  I went in and gave the first correct and sincere confession of my life.  I'm not sure if I've ever had a supernatural experience, but if I have, it was in that confession.  I'm not sure I could ever explain what I felt.  Needless to say, I walked out a Catholic.

It's funny how things come together at the right time.  I hated Christianity.  I used to pray that God/the gods would lead me to Truth.  I was completely open to whatever answer I found and all possibilities were viable except Christianity.  That was the one thing I was sure was wrong, but God listens and answers always when someone sincerely asks for Truth.  And I got it. 
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#3
(12-09-2009, 02:57 AM)Walty Wrote: It's funny how things come together at the right time.  I hated Christianity.  I used to pray that God/the gods would lead me to Truth.  I was completely open to whatever answer I found and all possibilities were viable except Christianity.  That was the one thing I was sure was wrong, but God listens and answers always when someone sincerely asks for Truth.  And I got it. 

thats my story in a nutshell.  I remember thinking scornfully that chirstianity was a religion for "weaklings" who had no "persional power" (create your own realtiy sister!)
well, I was right about that.
I made my first communion and that was about it.  Experienced a revival of religious feeling in highschool due to a good friend, but lost it easily with no support at home, and no real understanding of Christ and His Church.  Heck, I didnt even know it was really Jesus in the Host!
It took me hitting rock bottom, watching all of my pagan friends get divorced, fall deeply into lust, and seeing their poor children have to witness it all that really brought me home.  I also had some sort of inner calling from the Blessed Mother under the title of Our Lady of Guadalupe.  She said "I am not a goddess, there are no goddesses.  There is only my Son, listen to Him, do what ever He tell you"
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#4
I am a convert to the Faith.

About 2 1/2 years ago, I began to realize that I did not like the path my life was taking. I was a very violent-minded person. I used to fight over the stupidest things and I would get worked up over nothing. I was always looking for a fight. I partied all the time, and I used to get rip-roaring drunk all the time. I was very addicted to porn as well. There were certainly other things, but I'm sure you can see what kind of guy I was.

I started to look for ways to change my life and all of them led to religion. I started researching Buddhism because I thought it would help with my anger issues, but it didn't. I looked in to Judaism because a good friend of mine is Jewish but that also failed. I even entered an Order of Druids; they sent me CD's and books and stuff, but I quickly realized that I would be wasting my time with that too.

Catholicism kind of hit me all at once. I changed my driving route to work and discovered a beautiful Catholic parish. My friend invited me to an event that was run by the Knights of Columbus. An old friend from the Army contacted me and he was a very devout Catholic; I remember him praying the Rosary every time things got hairy when we were in a combat zone for 11 months together.

When I found out my neighbors (the really polite and always happy neighbors) were Catholic, that kind of did it for me. I started researching Catholicism and the rest is history. I started RCIA and was baptized and confirmed April 10, 2009.

I'm proud to say that I don't punch people any more  :) and I have not really gotten upset about anything since I learned of Catholicism. It came natural to me; my anger seemingly went away when I learned of the Catholic Church. Last month I was in a car accident (a guy rear ended me) and normally I would have pummeled him. But instead I rendered first aid and helped the EMT's put him in the truck when they had a hard time doing so. I mention this because I didn't realize how much I had changed until I got home and realized that my actions came naturally. I don't party and I haven't had an alcoholic beverage in about 2 years. And porn? I haven't looked at that stuff in about 2 years nor do I want to.

I thank God everyday for making me realize what I have been missing. My only regret is that I was not born in to the Faith (my father, however, is anti-Catholic so that was doomed from the beginning).
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#5
Someone must have been praying for me or something.  I was raised Catholic but lost my faith in high school (Catholic high school no less).  I was an atheist for about 30 years.  Always curious, I'm often researching things just for fun.  Then a few years ago, it was as if a trail of breadcrumbs had been laid out for me.  Little bits of information on seemingly unrelated things presented in just the right sequence to change my mind eventually led me to a church that was in need of a choir director just when I was learning how to become one.  Uncanny!
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#6
Well,My Story kinda goes like this:

I was raised a Arian,part of the Jehovah's witnesses Congregation of the United States and then in Germany.My Mother was a Jehovah's Witnesses by birth and her mother was a convert.I was raised with a perverted and Blasphemous view of Jesus where he was a side-lines Saviour.Where Jesus was nothing but a "Instrument" of Jehovah's divine Plan.That he was merely God's first creation but still a creature like us.I never paid the Lord Jesus the respect he deserved.I only looked to God the Father and totally disbelieved in the person of the Holy Spirit.I guess one would call it today a Unitarian.Well whatever I was,I was a disgusting heretic,I preached to people my Heretic and False beliefs to people and I went to retreats with the other Jehovah witness Friends. I told people I didn't believe Jesus was God,Only God's first Angel. I didn't believe in Hell nor did I believe in a Heavenly Salvation for all Christians bathed in the blood of the lamb.It was taught to me that only 144,000 Jehovah witnesses were to go to heaven,all the rest lived on earth as a secondary salvation.I asked what was so important about the Bread and wine,why couldn't I eat of it.I was told by a Elder in the congregation that "It is only for the Elect",I thought "What so special about it?".That stuck with me for so long,I could not forget it,it kept ringing in my ear,always wanting to know about it.As I was having my weekly bible study with my Teacher ("Call no man teacher,right?" :P ) and I came across a saying of Jesus "If you do not believe that I am,you shall surely die in your sins".Then I began to think,who is Jesus? I wanted a total understanding of this one I called my saviour.So I looked from point A (Gospel according to St.Matthew) to point Z (Apocalypse of St.John) so many things popped out at me. It said "Although he existed in God's FORM" Which through me back.How can Jesus exist in God's form? Then it asked in the beginning of Letter to the Hebrews that God told the messiah that his throne will be God....Which made me think of a "Mall Santa on Christmas" scene,with Christ sitting on the lap of the father.Which left me severely confused."In him dwells the fullness of Deity"  (Colossians 2:9). Deity? Looked in the footnotes it said "God-ship" .....GOD-SHIP!!! O.O Why would Christ have Godship or Godhead? I decided to skip it for a bit and read Genesis.God appeared in two place in Genesis 19 "Jehovah called from Jehovah in the Heavens" ........?,then I read Genesis 18 again.God appeared in Human form and ate and drank,this second "Jehovah" was with Abraham when the two "Angels" left.It amazed me.It frightened me,It made me sick.I didn't want to accept it.I felt I was being betrayed.I was to ignorant and selfish for my own Good.I wanted to live the Life I was accustomed too.I didn't want to be like the False-religion believers.Took God some time to break open my hard-head,probably took him a jackhammer,but he finally broke through.I could not live a lie,even if it is convenient. I read further and found the Holy Spirit was a person on himself (“I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may be with you forever"John 14:16) and that he was divine ("Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty" (2 Cor. 3:17),"…exactly as done by Jehovah the Spirit" (2 Cor. 3:18)).A triune God,all holding the name Jehovah? A trinity......My heart began to pound,I felt woozy and sick,I thought about all that I believed,How it was a lie and a insult on God most high.I felt so unworthy and I wanted to just crawl under a rock,but God's good glory radiated from his heart and called me to search more.I told my mom and she was upset,I told my teacher and I never saw him again.I felt so bad,Felt so betrayed by God.I felt like God wanted to make a example out of me,but he didn't.He was far from leaving me alone.He called me back to the scriptures,the scriptures totally changed my beliefs.Taught me so much.Brought a light into my  eyes.i was unworthy,but God uses even the lowest bug.I learned from Scripture the least I needed to know,a Protestant faith.

Then next step in my journey was going to a baptist Church,which I was invited by a lovely couple,Mr. and Mrs. Cross (Yes,that is their last name,I checked).I went with them,I learned alot more,I felt a greater love for God and a more full truth.Though I read christ's words "Unless you are born of WATER and SPIRIT you shall not enter the kingdom of heaven",I read it.i read it again.I read it a 10th time.All of it telling me to get baptized.Though,When I asked my friend Mr.Cross if I could be baptized he told me it wasn't that big of a deal,only a confession of faith.which I would have never thought of hearing from a "BAPTIST".I then decided to Go to a Evangelical church,the sister church to the baptist,due to reasons of convenience (it was closer).I dropped my sister off at the Sunday school and I sat in.I went their a couple of times,then was invited by my sister to the youth group there.I went and I met Mr.Welch. A awesome youth minister who was very funny and Entertaining,met a kid there who I sat next to and met him in a few other classes.After finally meeting the Minister in his Office,I was disgruntled by this "ONCE SAVED ALWAYS SAVED Calvinism" of his.He told me to pray the Sinner's Prayer and I did.but I didn't feel good,nor forgiven.I felt still unsatisfied. I left it,I could not return under good conscience.I began to look for a church that fit perfectly with the bible.I looked through Presbyterian to Methodist,From Lutheran to Anglicanism.I could never find a perfect-faith church.The belief was so off.I tried the Anglican but never stuck.I saw so much wrong,woman ordination a lax-ness,a indifference.A total acceptance of Homosexual sex.They were filthy in my eyes right from the first sight. It was disgraceful.Well I decided if I want to find Christ church I should look in the beginning.I looked in the first 5 centuries of the church and found a church called the "Holy Apostolic and Catholic Church".Well at that time there were 7 "Catholic churches" including the Orthodox Catholic of the East.I narrowed my search down to 2 churches.The West and East.Rome and Constantinople.I looked and looked through the History of the churches.I also looked in the bible.I saw a clear Pro-Peter-ness in the Early church and I saw a primacy of the Papacy.I also remembered "You are Peter,and upon this Peter (Rock,Kepha) I will build my Church". I shall give you the Keys of Heaven. Then I finally decided to act on it after searching the History of the Church for a LONG time.Learned as much as this Small brain could.When I finally went to Mass I saw the Eucharist,My heart swelled.I heard the reason why I wasn't allowed to eat of it.I was not baptized and it was the Body and Blood of Christ.Which I hungered for.

I'm right not going through RCIA and probably have to wait till next year to get baptized and receive the Eucharist (Which I dislike,I'm hungry) .I know I'm unworthy,but I have read the Catechism back and force and I know the faith by the good mercy of the Lord.Sometimes I really wish Catholics Evangelize more,I wish they would go to the streets and preach the word of God.Feel saddened that I had to do it alone,but thankfully I wasn't really alone,God was with me.
PRAISE JESUS,SON OF THE LIVING GOD!

Thank you for reading my story.I'm really sorry about the length of it.You can certainly skip the boring parts.I wish that I had a least a little talent at writing my Con-version piece.Thank the Lord our God for his Blessed Son,whom we receive every sunday into ourselves.As the saying Goes "you are what you eat"

Mark Davies AKA St.Ambrose
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#7
(12-09-2009, 08:01 PM)St.Ambrose Wrote: Thank you for reading my story.I'm really sorry about the length of it.

Ambrose for bishop!
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#8
I was raised Church of Christ or rather "church of Christ" (they do like not the big C). Both my parent's families were coC and my maternal grandfather was/is a highly respected elder and holds a chair at a CoC university. I went to services with my father and my grandparents a few times a year up until I was 13. When the pressure to get baptized from everyone was mounting and I knew I wasn't satisfied with the church. I made the decision to study the church more and I realized after a few months how absurd it sounded that a few Irishmen in the 1800's were the only ones to get Christ's Church completely right since the apostles! I then broadened my study to all of the protestant churches I had heard about the evil papists enough to not even look at them although I was attracted to Catholicism since I was a child. This attraction grew on me while I was studying and so I began to seek out elements of Catholicism in protestant churches thinking that would satisfy it. I was happy with the Methodist church for a few weeks because of the altar, rail, and architecture which the coC would never have allowed. But the openly lesbian pastor who had more muscle and body hair than me made me rather nervous! But by this point I realized what I wanted and I wanted to get as Catholic as I could get without being Catholic. I looked at the Episcopalian church for a long time but never visited one because I remembered the lesbian pastor. Then it hit me one night as I was praying about it, I just thought "I really know what I want deep down and what I want is to be a real Catholic". I realized I had known what the true church was and it wasn't the coC despite their adamant claims. I then tried my hardest for a few weeks to study Catholicism late at night after my parents went to sleep to try and convince myself of all the things Catholics believed. After much prayer and study I realized I wanted to be Catholic. I set my parents down and told them, they were not happy but they remember having their religions shoved down their throats when they were children and they were not going to stop me. I called up the local NO parish and asked them how I could become Catholic. I started a teen version of RCIA with one o one study with the youth minister. These lessons bored me because I had already learned everything that I was being taught and I went and asked the priest if I could join the adult RCIA classes. He consented and I started RCIA. After months of RCIA I was baptized and confirmed at midnight on Easter. Four years later I am thankful God has led me to His Church at a young enough age to have the Faith for the rest of my life. My parents don't understand it, my grandparents are just now forgiving me and stopping to challenge me but I am thankful I have found my Church.

pax
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#9
(12-09-2009, 08:40 PM)BrevisVir55 Wrote: I was raised Church of Christ or rather "church of Christ" (they do like not the big C). Both my parent's families were coC and my maternal grandfather was/is a highly respected elder and holds a chair at a CoC university. I went to services with my father and my grandparents a few times a year up until I was 13. When the pressure to get baptized from everyone was mounting and I knew I wasn't satisfied with the church. I made the decision to study the church more and I realized after a few months how absurd it sounded that a few Irishmen in the 1800's were the only ones to get Christ's Church completely right since the apostles! I then broadened my study to all of the protestant churches I had heard about the evil papists enough to not even look at them although I was attracted to Catholicism since I was a child. This attraction grew on me while I was studying and so I began to seek out elements of Catholicism in protestant churches thinking that would satisfy it. I was happy with the Methodist church for a few weeks because of the altar, rail, and architecture which the coC would never have allowed. But the openly lesbian pastor who had more muscle and body hair than me made me rather nervous! But by this point I realized what I wanted and I wanted to get as Catholic as I could get without being Catholic. I looked at the Episcopalian church for a long time but never visited one because I remembered the lesbian pastor. Then it hit me one night as I was praying about it, I just thought "I really know what I want deep down and what I want is to be a real Catholic". I realized I had known what the true church was and it wasn't the coC despite their adamant claims. I then tried my hardest for a few weeks to study Catholicism late at night after my parents went to sleep to try and convince myself of all the things Catholics believed. After much prayer and study I realized I wanted to be Catholic. I set my parents down and told them, they were not happy but they remember having their religions shoved down their throats when they were children and they were not going to stop me. I called up the local NO parish and asked them how I could become Catholic. I started a teen version of RCIA with one o one study with the youth minister. These lessons bored me because I had already learned everything that I was being taught and I went and asked the priest if I could join the adult RCIA classes. He consented and I started RCIA. After months of RCIA I was baptized and confirmed at midnight on Easter. Four years later I am thankful God has led me to His Church at a young enough age to have the Faith for the rest of my life. My parents don't understand it, my grandparents are just now forgiving me and stopping to challenge me but I am thankful I have found my Church.

pax

Wow.What a wonderful conversion Story.I'm really happy for you.It's wonderful God called you to him.You'll be in my prayers that your devotion never leaves you
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#10
Here's an archived thread with some other good ones (disclaimer: including mine, and no, that's not why I'm referring to it!  ;)  )

http://catholicforum.fisheaters.com/inde...785.0.html
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