Tuesday, June 26, 2012

How I Ended Up Catholic

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I've been thinking a lot lately (I know... scary!) and I realized that I have never shared my "testimony" or "conversion story" or "how I ended up Catholic", so I thought I would share it with you today.

When I was born, my parents lived in an old home in a wonderful, Catholic neighborhood in a suburb of Philadelphia. Life in this neighborhood was just like the television shows. I have memories of catching lightning bugs with other kids in the neighborhood, racing bicycles together, and, of course, games of "kick the can". Everyone on our block knew one another and Halloween was the best because you got "oohs" and "ahhs" over your costume at every house you went to. Just the best place to live...

The only thing that I didn't like about living in this three story home filled with love and ghost stories was the fact that I was the only kid on the block who did not go to Catholic school. I remember begging my parents to let me go to Catholic school. My dad, a former student of Catholic schools, was adamant that I was not going to be enrolled in one. Aside from the fact that Catholic schools cost money, I was not Catholic.

At eight years old, we moved to another home in a different neighborhood. I missed my friends so much. The new neighborhood had few kids and none of them went to Catholic school. But that didn't stop me from wanting to be Catholic. One day, I was in the school library and decided to check the shelves for books about religions, specifically Catholicism. I didn't find any, though. I put my search for religion on a back-burner for a while after that.

A few days before my twelfth birthday, my family moved to a small town in Georgia. This town has over 200 Protestant churches and about that many Catholic families. You would think that I would finally give up on my search for Catholicism but I didn't. I would fix my eyes on that little Catholic church on the hill every time we passed in hopes that I would catch a glimpse of whatever was happening inside. One day I even saw the priest standing outside shaking the hands of parishioners. I knew this was where I belonged but just wasn't sure how to get there.

God has a way of calling us to where he wants us. He did that to me, for sure. One Christmas when my son was very young, I was a full-time student in the local technical college, hoping to earn my Associate's Degree and become a Head Start teacher (I did it, by the way!) and I had very little money for gifts, or even a Christmas tree. I had signed up for a free Christmas basket through a local charity. I hadn't heard back from them and there were a few days left until Christmas. I called and was told that I had been sponsored by the Catholic Church and that I can go there to get my items.

Well, usually the Christmas baskets contain sugar, flour, canned goods, and one or two small gifts for the child(ren). The one I received from the church contained a chicken, eggs, all the fixings for a Christmas dinner, an outfit and shoes for my son, toys, and a card. I opened the card and inside was a gift card to Wal-Mart and a note to spend it on myself. I cried. At this point, I knew I wanted to attend this church but I was so shy that I never followed through. The love I felt never left and the longing to be with my God never faded.


A few years later, I was working at Head Start as a primary teacher and was in the need of an assistant teacher. The woman who was hired was smart, fun, caring, and Catholic. I talked with her a little about faith matters and she even invited me to her sons First Communion. I didn't take her up on the invitation but I knew I wanted to go to this Church that had alluded me for so long. A couple summers later, I asked her if I could ride with her to church. She took me that Sunday and I went back every Sunday until I was baptized.


Sometimes we just don't do what God is calling us to do. I didn't. First it was because I was too young to take the step on my own. Later it was because I feared the unknown. Finally God threw me the life preserver of a friend. Now I am raising three little boys and teaching them about this Catholic faith that I had waited so long to become a part of. I also must keep my eyes and heart open so that one day God can use me for the life preserver.


Are you a "convert"? How did you end up Catholic (if you are Catholic)? Are you interested in becoming Catholic or reviving your Catholic faith? Let me know in the comments or e-mail me!


Thanks for stopping by!
Alicia





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