On My Tenth Anniversary of Entering the Church
This Easter marks ten years since I entered the Catholic Church. Truth be told, the anniversary actually snuck up on me. These last ten years have brought many blessings and constant reminders of how grateful I am to be Catholic. Please indulge me as I share a few with you.
The Eucharist is nothing less than Our Lord Himself, body, blood, soul, and divinity. The Catechism of the Catholic Church tells us it is the source and summit of our life.
After years of attending Mass with my wife and our (then) three children, coming into the Church at Easter Vigil 2006 meant that I would finally receive Our Lord at Holy Communion. Looking back I do not know how well I comprehended (a better word might be appreciated) this miraculous gift. In the decade since becoming Catholic, I have whispered innumerable prayers of thanksgiving for this treasure. As eucharistia means “thanksgiving”, there is no other way to receive Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament than with complete gratitude.
The Holy Mass
Concerning the Holy Sacrifice, Saint Peter Julian Eymard once said:
“Know, O Christian, that the Mass is the holiest act of religion. You cannot do anything to glorify God more, nor profit your soul more, than by devoutly assisting at it, and assisting as often as possible.”
The Mass is our very participation in Christ’s salvific act; it is a representation of Calvary. There is literally nothing more important that we do each week than the time we spend at Holy Mass. Little did I know ten years ago that my love for the liturgy would eventually lead me to blog about it.
The Catholic Church was founded by Our Lord Himself over two thousand years ago. It was born in the upper room at Pentecost. The Catholic faith is Christianity. From apostolic succession to the papacy to the communion of saints, the historical depth of the faith is truly awe inspiring. As an avid reader and someone who majored in History at college, the words of Blessed John Henry Newman rang true to me:
“To be steeped in history is to cease being Protestant.”
For me, the sacred tradition of the Church was further discovered a couple years after my confirmation when I attended my first Latin Mass. Assisting at a Mass largely unchanged since the time of Pope St. Gregory the Great in the sixth century has only deepened my prayer life and enhanced my attraction to our Catholic liturgy.
Over the last ten years I have found many a convert much like myself who absolutely loves Confession. Saint Jose Maria Escriva called it the Sacrament of Joy.
Anyone from a protestant background can attest to the power and perfection of this sacrament. From examining our conscience, to confessing our sins to the priest who stands in persona Christi, to receiving absolution, and then finally receiving our penance, nothing more tangibly speaks to the grace and mercy of Our Lord than Confession.
As a husband and a father there are few things that bring me a greater sense of satisfaction than leading my family to confession. As I always tell them as we drive back home, ‘The van is glowing white from so much grace!”
In the basic, everyday, living of my faith nothing more clearly speaks to becoming Catholic than my family. Indeed, I am convinced that my son (child #4) and my youngest daughter (child #5) are only here because of Holy Mother Church.
The Catholic Church’s consistent teaching on the family, on marriage, on an openness to life, are the same today as they always have been, and shall be forever more. It was those truths, and the courageous counsel of one holy priest who I am blessed to call my pastor, that helped my wife and I to conform our marriage to Christ.
Family today means so many things: a marriage grounded in the faith; children being raised to be saints first and scholars second; driving past three parishes to ensure that my family has a parish life and liturgical setting consistent with tradition and worthy of Our Eucharistic Lord. It means all of this and so much more.
I would be remiss not to mention the huge roles that both Pope Benedict XVI and Dr. Scott Hahn played in bringing me to the faith.
Before my heart could learn to love the faith my brain needed to understand it better. For this I owe Dr. Hahn immensely.
As a baby Catholic I needed a Holy Father who could show me the beauty and timelessness of the Church, one who could enrich my intellect through his wisdom while teaching me humility and docility through his constant example. That was Pope Benedict.
It has indeed been an amazing ten years since entering the Church at Easter Vigil 2006. God willing my next ten years as a Catholic will be as grace-filled and exciting as the last ten have been.
Photo Credit: Alessandro Bianchi/Reuters.
Posted on March 26, 2016, in life, liturgy and tagged becoming Catholic, Catholic family, confession, easter vigil, Eucharist, holy mass. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Thank you for this wonderful testimony, Brian. Your love for the Holy Catholic Church you embraced ten years ago and your faithfulness to her teaching should encourage those of us ‘cradle Catholics’, who might have grown lukewarm in the Faith, to look anew at the “pearl beyond price” we ‘cradlers’ have been blessed to have been born into. Most of my closest friends happen to be converts to Catholicism! Their joyful witness to the Faith I find deeply moving.
The possibility of belonging to a traditional parish where the sublime Tridentine Mass is celebrated is a great privilege. Unfortunately that is not my case, but once a month I am able to attend one, when a visiting priest passes our way. I count the days!
Thank you Kathleen. I always appreciate your thoughtful comments as well as your work at Catholicism Pure & Simple. I will pray that you may soon have consistent access to the Traditional Mass.
I only but celebrated my 2nd anniversary last week, but can echo your sentiments fully! Not a day goes by that I am not aware of the blessing it is to be Catholic! Your reflection on Confession has me nodding my head – I never would have guessed what love I would have of the great Sacrament!
Wonderful testimony which summarises it all for me, too, as I head towards my 3rd anniversary. By the grace of God, it turned out I lived in this amazing small rural parish centred around St Birinus, Dorchester on Thames (we’ve a good website) where two of the daily Masses are Old Rite, and much of the main Sunday NO Mass is sung and said in Latin. It’s been the perfect place to be nurtured in the fullness of the Catholic faith and Church.