I was born with major medical problems that required five open heart surgeries among other things. My faith was really strong up until high school when the, ‘why me’ attitude started to kick in. The inability to do some things that my peers were able to do. Coupled with, completely unrelated, bullying made me doubt the existence of God. I was super shy and unconfident in high school and one of my “friends” bullied me for being quiet. She even talked to the school guidance councilor because she thought I had anti-social disorder. Being in psychology I knew what that disorder was. And I didn’t have it. But I wasn’t about to give her a lesson in psychology. I haven’t talked to her since and I think she had a little run in with the law after graduation. But I am not sure where she is now.
It wasn’t until Adoration during a school retreat that I gave my life to God. Even though I grew up Catholic.
A few years later, during community college, my faith started to waver again. Then I went to a Nazarene University. Nothing against Nazarenes, I had them in my family. But I have never seen so many anti-Catholics in my life. Most of them didn’t think we were considered Christians and my religion class turned into a Catholic bashing session. I think God put me in that school for that year for a reason. I started to research and learn more about my Catholic faith and started to believe in Catholicism more and more. Continue reading
I should begin by saying that, in my life, I have been incredibly blessed. God gave me wonderful parents who raised me in the Catholic faith. I’ve attended Sunday mass with my family for as long as I can remember. They sent me to Catholic schools and were amazing role models of what it means to live a life for God.
When I went to college, I began going to mass less and less. Not necessarily because I didn’t want to, but because I had gotten so busy and didn’t make time for God. My faith had never been completely my responsibility until that point in my life. Prior to that, I’d always had my parents and teachers guiding me; I had the sacraments offered to me at school and had classes concerning the Catholic faith on a daily basis. Once I got to college, however, it was my responsibility to continue learning about and practicing my faith.
Also around that time, I had an injury that prevented me from running college cross- country, which for me felt like my life was over. I placed so much of my identity in my ability to do well in that sport, and when I wasn’t able to run it felt like I didn’t know who I was. I had planned this future for myself- dream school, college running career, a chosen major. Continue reading
This is a great watch. It’s a little long but very much worth it…
I grew up in a Christian home where we went to Church and Sunday school every Sunday. We also attended Bible school every summer.
When I was 5 years old, I was at Bible school at our Church. At the end of every day our teachers had us bow our heads and close our eyes to pray. On this particular day our teacher said if anyone wanted to accept Jesus as their Savior to raise their hand. I knew then that this is what I wanted, so I raised my hand. The teacher came and prayed with me. Then she said I should tell someone what I did. When I got home I told my mom, she was happy, but being on a farm and a big family, she was also very busy. Continue reading
Does the Holy Spirit motivate us? Talk to us? Cajole us? Quietly? With a loud voice? I think so. In fact, I know for certain. The third of the Trinity, the hardest to understand and hear, is very real to me.
I was in grade school when I heard and felt the call to a career in law enforcement. Continue reading
I grew up in a very strong christian home. Both of my parents were church leaders in a church they had started. I excepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior at young age because it was the “thing to do”. Through junior high and up until the summer after my junior year of high school I struggled with my faith. I went to church every Sunday and Wednesday night because it was the “thing to do”. That summer at a bible camp in small group I was ask the question “what do you believe” not what your parents believe or how you were raised but what do You believe. I could not answer the question. I felt a pain in my heart that I couldn’t describe. From that point on it was my mission to grow in my faith and learn “what I believe”. Jesus is my Lord and Savior.