I was a practising Roman Catholic for forty six years until by accident or more like God's design I happened to be on a yacht listening to the skipper witnessing to some individual ! The captain of this yacht was trying to persuade some individual to attend a service . The man declined , and out of the blue I decided to accept his invitation and attend myself . This happened approximately around March 1989 .
I was born and raised in a Catholic family going back 5 generations composed of two Catholic nationalities - French on my mother's side of the family and Polish on my father's side. I went to Catholic school for 8 years. I grew up under Catholic church doctrines that really hate women. I got too many A's in school, so the priests and nuns complained to my mother that I was threatening the church and family by getting on the honor roll too much. Decent Catholic girls are expected to deliberately play dumb and be subservient, just like in Muslim countries.
My family and I had been going to church off and on after we left our home in Illinois, where both my husband's and my family lives.It was much different going to church where nobody knew you. It seemed as if no one cared if you were there or not. Nothing about the service kept us wanting to go back, just the guilt of committing "mortal sin." When I would go after being away for awhile, and would kneel to pray before the service started,I would feel it's where I belonged and felt very close to God and sorry I neglected Him so. But as soon as the service started, that feeling would leave and I would be bored and daydream the time away. This went on for about 7 or 8 years.
For 36 years of my life, I ran with the world and considered only myself. I had married young, at 18, and strayed further from God as the years went by. As my two children approached adulthood, I had complete control of my life and the things I would be able to do as an empty nester at the age of 38. Along the way, I encountered many Christians, including my own family who witnessed to me about Jesus Christ and what He had done for me on the cross. They would say that I had to be "born again" and make Jesus Lord and Savior of my life and start to live for Him. My reply to that was "that's fine for you, but I don't need Jesus in that way, my life is great just the way it is." The thought of living for, and serving anyone but myself was not something I would even consider. I was raised in the Catholic Church and was comfortable with its traditions and doctrines of men. I thought that was good enough, that heaven would be guaranteed and there was nothing more I needed to do. I found my beliefs were wrong!
I came to know the Lord as my personal savior when I was a sophomore in high school through a group called Young Life. I knew how to obtain and seek out a relationship with Him, but never really made a total commitment to live my life in obedience to Him. Throughout college I still knew of this and knew that I needed the Lord in my life. I made several half-hearted attempts but never followed through. I read my bible periodically and seemed to talk to God only when I needed something. Still, I knew there was more. When I first got married I rarely went to church, I wasn't interested in Catholicism nor did I feel the Catholic Church fed me or gave me what I was seeking. There had to be more, and I knew it.
I am 59 years old. When I was 43, I was saved by the Blood of Jesus. Prior to this, I was a Catholic, being raised by my parents in an Italian Catholic home, steeped in the traditions of Catholicism. We used to laugh and say that my father was more of a pope than the pope himself.
It Is No Longer I Who Live
Evangelist Mike Gendron, Director of Proclaiming the Gospel Ministry (www.pro-gospel.org), an evangelistic outreach to Roman Catholics, contrasts his life as a Roman Catholic with his life as a Christian.
Four words describe my life as a Catholic without Jesus. They are worldly, religious, enslaved and deceived.
I come from a broken home. My grandparents and eldest sister looked after me to the age of four whilst my mother went to work to get some money. At the age of four I, with one of my two sisters and brother, were taken to a children's home in the south of France where I stayed for five years, then finally we were taken to a convent / monastery for our last year in France before we came to live in England.
by James Jacob Prasch
We have a Pope who in his role as Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger issued the "Criminale Solicitacciones" instruction on behalf of his old boss, John Paul II. This document effectively instructed Roman Catholic bishops to protect sex pervert pedophile clergy at the expense of not protecting the little children whose lives these demonic priests and nuns destroy. This orchestrated campaign to obstruct justice and allow wide spread pedophilia to continue was effectively perpetrated at the behest of The Vatican.
As expected, there has been a strong reaction to our obituary of Karol Wojtyla/ John Paul II. Many are delighted that at least someone is telling the truth. Some others, especially Roman Catholics, are predictably angered. Just as predictably however, no one has thus far been able to challenge the factual accuracy of what was stated.