I would like to invite those of you who once drifted away from the Church to share your stories of what, or who, helped you come home.
For those among us who are converts, please share your faith journey as well.
Each of us has a story to tell. Who would like to go first?
Well, I’ve never been accused of looking before leaping so I’ll go first.
I am a convert rather than a revert. Back in 1958, while home on leave during a tour of active duty with the Marine Corps, I became reacquainted with the cute little neighbor girl, who had grown into a beautiful young woman!
I hadn’t known she was Catholic. When we started dating, the first thing she asked of me was to attend Mass with her.
Now you have to understand that I came from a Midwest, conservative, protestant, virulent anti-Catholic family.
When I told my parents I was going to marry a Catholic, my dad said “If you ever become a Catholic, you will not be welcome in my house!”
Well, the holiness and charm of my bride won him over. Though he never converted, before he and mom died, they attend Mass with us on several occasions.
As the years past, I became more and more active in the Church. I have been a cantor, lector, extraordinary Eucharist minister, parish council member and longtime daily Mass attendant.
Now that I have grown long of tooth, I have slowed down a bit but I still attend an occasional daily Mass and see Sunday and Holy Day Masses not as obligatory so much as opportunities.
And for all this, I have Cheroni, the Retired Nurse, my bride of over 53 years now, to thank!
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