PART 3: MY CONVERSION TO THE CATHOLIC CHURCH
{I’ve been busy sharing my conversion to the Catholic faith. May my story be an encouragement for those seeking not only unity in their divided marriage, but also the fullness of truth. This is Part Three of Three.}
(You are reading) Part Three: Blessed be the Tie that Binds
An unbelieving Husband…
I sat up. My tears immediately stopped. I knew. Yes, this is what God wanted. I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to do what He told me. Yet I was filled with a peace I had not known in the years. Peace had been so elusive since Husband had come into my life. Yet, against all odds, here it was in the one resolution to do what I thought I would never, could never do.
When Husband came in from the garage I told him I was going to be joining the Catholic Church. Knowing that sarcasm was the way I chose to hurt him most, he did not believe me.
The next day, I called up the nearest RCIA program (RCIA stands for Right of Christian Initiation for Adults and is the exploratory and learning process undertaken by those joining the Catholic fold). I told Husband when he came home from work. He still didn’t believe me.
That week, I made a trek to the biggest local library and checked out every.single.book on the Catholic faith. I lugged home 30 plus books, placed them around the house, and began reading. As Husband saw me pouring over book after book, he finally began to believe what I was telling him.
I threw myself headlong into learning about Catholicism. My heart had made the shift, yet my head was not in the game. It was truly to Holy Spirit giving me the burning desire to learn about the Catholic faith. Yet for all my ambition, I hoped that God was working in a hidden way. Maybe through all my learning I would finally be able to attack my husband’s faith with enough ammo that he would walk away from Catholicism. Maybe I would find something that would let me off the hook. I just knew that I needed to obey God. I knew He would work it out.
As I read through book after book, I began to find answers to questions I had carried for a long time. I also began finding answers to questions I never knew I had! I never was open enough to listen to Husband and the reasons for his faith, but as I sifted through these books, I turned to him with questions.
Even today, Husband will say he never handled our religious divisiveness well. But as I searched, learned, and began understanding the Catholic teachings, I found him an invaluable guide. I asked him tough questions. He could help me find scriptural references to doctrines I found difficult. His orthodoxy helped me understand the importance of Tradition and the right view of Catholicism. If he didn’t know the answer, he would find it for me.
In the fall, I began attending RCIA with Husband. My sponsor, a convert herself, was such a help and also such a Godly example of womanhood. Here was a Catholic who was actually animated by her faith. It was such a witness to me.
Losing my foundations…
As I read through innumerable books, the foundations of my faith that I once found so strong began crumbling away. I found that scripture as the sole rule of faith was unworkable. I realized the 20,000 plus protestant denominations were a result of divorcing the Bible from authority and tradition. Can’t find a denomination you like? Start a new one. If we do not follow a God-given authority, we become popes unto ourselves.
Presbyterianism, Methodism, Lutheranism… Browsing history, I see a starting date for each of these denominations. Some are nearly 500 years old, yes, but the Catholic Church was birthed at Pentecost 2,000 years ago. What happened in between? Where were the teachings of the apostles? Would God really abandon His flock for 1500 years of history?
How could I look at John 6 and ignore all the writings of the early church fathers on the True Presence?
It was as if God took a chisel and slowly chipped away all the bricks which upheld my faith. There was no longer any foundation for the faith that I had held since I was young.
I knew I was no longer Protestant. Yet, I struggled to call myself a Catholic.
Even saying the word “Catholic” felt wrong. It left a sour taste in my mouth and pricked my conscience. I had soaked up disdain for this backwards religion for years.
I felt like the cartoon character who runs off the cliff and then hangs in mid-air before realizing they are going to fall. I questioned my salvation. I feared that God would not catch me. I was at a place where no one could reach me. My family was behind me on the cliff. I could not return to them and my Protestant roots. I could no longer be in full communion with them. Husband lay on the other side of the gulf, yet I was not there yet. I had faith God would get me there, but I did not know how.
Sometimes the emotional strain of my inner struggle would well up within me. I felt so many times like I was be rent in two. Husband was always there to hold my hand, yet I felt utterly alone.
Coming home…
I kept praying. I kept learning. We were going to Mass as a family. No more “Mommy Church” and “Daddy Church.” God began laying a new, stronger foundation for my faith.
Brick one…Apostolic Authority
Brick two…Scripture AND Tradition
Brick three…The Real Presence
Brick four…Theology of the Body
And so it went. Brick upon brick, layer upon layer. The process of building was painful at times. I had to use reason to fight against the very fabric of my being. Yet, over time, that foundation became my own. The foundation continued to grow and strengthen. Though I can’t point to a specific point in time, I finally reached the place where I could turn in full confidence to God and say..
Yes, God. I believe that the Catholic Church is the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church. I accept this. Lord, I do not necessarily understand all the teachings, but I accept them. I take them as Your Word.
On February 27, 2011, nearly 5 years after our wedding day, I was confirmed in the Catholic faith. Husband and I were able to receive Holy Communion for the first time together. We experienced a deep feeling of God’s Providence and Love within that moment. We grasped hands as we prayed together after Communion. All the times where we had shuffled in the pews during communion time were over. We came together in an even deeper way as we received the Body and Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
And God was more than generous with us. 6 days later, on March 5th, we welcomed “Jim” into the Catholic Church as he received Baptism. After Jim was raised from the Baptismal waters, the priest took the tiny baby in my arms and lowered him toward the font of life as well. Yes, God had been more than faithful. While I grew toward the Catholic faith, God had allowed a little child to grow inside of me. That second child is the child of my conversion. He is forever a sign of God’s promise, that if I follow His leading, He will be faithful.
The joy in my life was more than I could contain. The tears I cry now are no longer tears of pain, but of overwhelming gratefulness for God’s merciful love.
From then till now…
God continues to prove Himself faithful. He has blessed us with two more children and continues to deepen our marriage tie. While that time was just five short years ago, it seems like a whole other life.
I still notice those in the pew who do not go up to receive Communion with their spouse. My heart aches for them. I want so much to tell them my story. To tell them God wants them united. To tell them that it is possible.
While my conversion was brought about by my divided marriage, it was no less profound. God had to work in the deepest recesses of my soul to bring about the blessing.
God is faithful, loving, and mercy. Alleluia! Amen.
Lindsey says
I loved reading your conversion story! I to married a convert and could feel your pain as I read your story.
So thankful to have my husband at my side while we raise our children in our faith.
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
It truly is a blessing Lindsey to be united completely in faith. Husband and I have given a couple PreCana talks and it seems about 90% are marrying a non-Catholic. We share our story and I hope it encourages them to unite before marriage.
Lindsey says
The one thing that saved us a lot of drama, was the fact that 2 weeks into our relationship (i was 18 at the time) we had ‘the chat’. I brought up the fact that I loved my faith and the we needed to discuss which church we would get married in and which church the children would be raised in. He took offence at first, but when I asked him which church he would like to take the kids to, he agreed that they could be Catholic but that he would never convert. He grew up in a very anti-catholic home. He converted 1.5 years into our marriage after attending a course run by our parish for parishioners who wanted to learn more about their faith (it wasn’t quite RCIA). It is the date that I remember more fondly than our wedding anniversary, as it is the day that we were truly united. More information is so important!!! He devoured Scott Hahn’s ‘Rome Sweet Home’ in one night around the same time.
Can I ask you something? I have been drawn to veiling recently – what do you think about it? I purchased a beautiful mantilla veil in Italy, but haven’t plucked up the courage to wear it yet. No one in our parish wears them – I’m from South Africa. I don’t know what to do and have no one to talk about it with.
Regards
Lindsey
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
I think it is wonderful that you were upfront. I really don’t know why Husband didn’t offer me an ultimatum, but I think God knew he needed to be gentle with me. I love Rome Sweet Home (tomorrow I’m posting on my favorite books during my conversion and it makes the top of the list!).
As for veiling…That is a huge topic. I am currently not a veiling, though I have considered it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with veiling, but it is a personal decision. I feel that right now I am already the odd man out at my parish (4 kids, homeschooling, etc.), so I try not to alienate myself more. I’m not saying I will never veil by the way. However, if you have brought the issue to God in prayer and still feel drawn to it, then by all means go for it.
One more thing about the veil. I think we can still show deep reverence for the Blessed Sacrament without veiling (not saying you shouldn’t) in the way we dress and conduct ourselves while at Mass. Whenever I visit a Church, I take time to kneel and reverence the Tabernacle if even for a minute. I always wear dresses/skirts (not because I think girls have to, but because I think they look nicer). I make sure I even look decent if I go to daily Mass. I also think teaching our children good Mass manners is a good way to reverence the Blessed Sacrament. What is the point in veiling if you dress like a slob, ignore the Tabernacle, and let your kids run wild??? Just a few thoughts of mine, but, like I said, I’m all for it if you feel God is calling you to it. The beauty of the Catholic Church is that there are so many different ways to show devotion to Christ and Our Lady. There is truly room for everyone!
Lindsey says
Wow! Feel so much better about it! I started to feel guilty about not wearing the veil. In South Africa we are pretty relaxed about dress so this is an area that I can work on. I dress respectfully, but quite casual.
Have you read Kimberley’s book Life Giving Love? We didn’t understand the churches teaching on contraception till we read that book, and were using contraception at the time. We stopped immediately and went straight to confession. What a blessing to our marriage.
Let me not keep you!
Enjoy the rest of your day.
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
Read, loved, and handed the book on! I’d love to have it back on my shelf sometime!
Janalin says
BRAVO!!!!!! This is the best conversion story I have ever read!!! And although my story isn’t nearly as gripping you have inspired me to write it as well in the near future. I too was raised Protestant and converted because of my husband’s faith after learning/seeing firsthand the history of Christianity. Rome as a non Catholic was powerful stuff! God Bless!!!
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
Janalin- every conversion story is gripping! I’ll be excited to read yours! I feel totally humbled that you enjoyed my story so much. To God be the glory!
Desiree says
What a beautiful story! I was Presbyterian, too. (I got married and had a baby in college, too! 🙂 )
I am so grateful the husband and I converted together. That division is so difficult. Thank you for sharing your journey!
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
Division is so hard within marriage and I understand why the Church teaches what it does about marrying within the Church.
Kate Hendrick says
Thank you so much for sharing your story. As a cradle Catholic who married a convert, it is interesting for me to hear the different experiences converts go through. I am so appreciative of your honesty. Welcome home! 🙂
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
Thanks so much Kate! So happy to be home!
Wambui Maina says
What a wonderful story. Looks like it is just what i needed. My boyfriend is Protestant and I’m a Catholic so many times we have had our fair share of arguments. And there was a time I was so worried and I was thinking if we cannot work out our differences now what will happen when we get married. But the word of God encourages me for it says that the unbelieving husband is made a believer through the wife. I continue praying every day for him without giving up remembering that St Monica prayed for many years. Your story has inspired me to trust in God. That He will do something at his own time. The Holy Spirit will do his work at due time for nothing is impossible with God.
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
I would truly encourage you to sort out those differences before considering marriage. I wish we would have and it would have made our early marriage so much happier. Pray not only for his conversion, but also that God would guide you on whether this is the man you should spend your life with.
Ann-Marie says
This was just beautiful. Thank you for sharing your conversion.
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
Thank you, Ann-Marie. I think testimonies can be so powerful and I hope sharing my story can reach someone somewhere!
Myra says
I loved hearing your story! It is inspiring to me. I was raised Baptist but lately I’ve struggled with feeling lonely and hungry for God’s word. My husband is baptist as well and is not welcome to discussing anything yet. I’ve always loved seeing cathedrals but felt blasphemous at even researching the doctrine until recently. I feel a pull from God to explore, and question. Thank you for sharing.
I’m definitely going to check out your recommended reading list.
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
Thank you, Myra. I would encourage you to seek truth with your husband. Don’t make it a matter of investigating the Catholic church, but, rather, Truth. I would strongly suggest reading the ancient Church fathers together. You will get a fuller feel for the early church than in scripture alone.
María says
Hola Elizabeth!
Se que fue Dios el que me guío hasta esta bella historia de conversión, amo mi traductor de mi teléfono celular, gracias de verdad muchas gracias por compartir tu historia ha sido una gran bendición para mi vida. Saludos desde México!! 🙏😊
ellaclare85@yahoo.com says
I too used Google translate. I so appreciated your note today. Brings a big smile to my face and I’m so grateful that God can use me in some small way!