“To be deep in history is to cease to be Protestant.” – John Henry Cardinal Newman
So many people have asked me about my conversion story so here it is. I was raised Southern Baptist. We did not attend church much as a kid, my mom would occasionally send me and my sister to the usual vacation bible school and we went to church some Wednesdays because the van came and picked us up and dropped us off. At about age 8 or 9, my father got invited to the other Baptist church which was right around the corner and was one in which most of the family attended. We went every Wednesday and every Sunday. I got what the Baptist referred to as “saved” at age 11. I remember this event well. It was 3-day revival. If you have never experienced a Southern Baptist revival in Mississippi, you need to go to one. It gets intense. Its usually 3 days of intense preaching. It is what some refer to as Hell-fire and brim stone preaching. I remember being so moved by the Holy Spirit that I felt that I could no longer sit in that pew. I had to go down that aisle to the preacher where he guided me into making my decision to invite God into my heart and follow him. I was Baptized the following Sunday. From that point on, I was engulfed in the religion. I went every time the doors were open up until I was married and in the military. In my early twenties, I had stopped going to church regularly. I was what some referred to as back sliding into a life of sin. My faith admittedly was weakened. I am not sure if this was due to the culture in which I lived or if it was due to some other reason. At age 23, I did a tour serving in Iraq under Operation New Dawn. I do know that by the time I had got back to the States, I had stopped going to church all together and would only go to any type of service if it was a funeral. I think the first time that I remember being consciously aware of my faith issues was in 2014. I was 26 years old and was dating my current wife, Brittany. She had invited me to go to a Methodist Church service one time that her late husband’s family went to. Out of the love I had for her and the respect I had for her and her late husband, I agreed. I don’t recall the service or the preaching. I do recall that toward the end of the service, they had the lord’s supper. I refused to partake because it did not feel right to me. My knowledge of the Lord’s supper at that time was that of a Baptist. It was symbolic so I should have been able to go up and receive but for some reason, I could not. It could possibly be that I knew my faith was almost nonexistent. I was still a theist and I still believed in the Christian religion, but I was almost bordering on Agnostic views. In the year 2019, me and my wife took an anniversary trip to Savannah Ga. We chose this destination for its beauty and its history. We toured the Cathedral Basilica of St. John the Baptist. It was a Catholic Church that had its first cornerstone laid in 1799-1800. It went through several upgrades, a fire, and more upgrades to the building it is today. While me and my wife was inside the Church, we were mesmerized by its beauty. I recalled feeling a warmness and an almost calling or an invite from unknown forces to explore. I of course did not mention this feeling to my wife as though she might think I had gone crazy. I knew very little about Catholicism and what I did know came from Hollywood movies and gossip from the media. Months went by and I had slowly started thinking about my faith or lack thereof. I, having the Socratic method like mind, was always asking myself questions. The first question that arose was “Out of all the denominations in my area, why was I Baptist?” Well, the answer to that was “My family in the local community was Baptist.” So that made me naturally think that if my family would have been Methodist or Pentecostal, I too would have been that. What was the difference between all these different churches? Obviously, it was a difference in interpretation of Scripture. Ask a certain question to any Pastor of several denominations and one will get different answers. That led me to research the Baptist church. My research led me to the man who started the Baptist Denomination. John Smyth was an ordained Anglican priest. “Soon after his ordination, his zeal landed him in prison for refusal to conform to the teachings and practices of the Church of England. He was an outspoken man who was quick to challenge others about their beliefs but was just as quick to change his own positions as his own personal theology changed. Smyth continually battled the Church of England until it became obvious that he could no longer stay in fellowship with this church. Thus, he finally broke totally from them and became a ‘Separatist’” (Traffanstedt). He took his new beliefs and went to Holland to start the Baptist Denomination. This research then led me to find out about the Church of England and where its roots begin. “The Church of England was among the churches that broke with Rome. The catalyst for this decision was the refusal of the Pope to annul the marriage of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon, but also a Tudor nationalist belief that authority over the English Church properly belonged to the English monarchy” (History). King Henry basically didn’t agree with the catholic church’s teachings, separating from papal authority and placing himself as the head of the church. “It resulted in a Church that consciously retained a large amount of continuity with the Church of the Patristic and Medieval periods in terms of its use of the catholic creeds, its pattern of ministry, its buildings and aspects of its liturgy, but which also embodied Protestant insights in its theology and in the overall shape of its liturgical practice.” (History). This led me to research the origins of the Protestant reformation. I stumbled upon Martin Luther who challenged the Catholic Church when he nailed his 95 theses to a door. Whether or not he actually nailed them to a church door is unimportant. Martin Luther was a Catholic priest that spoke out against the abuses of the Church. He wasn’t the first, but he was the loudest because the invention of the printing press allowed his work to spread far and fast. This research led me to the theory of sola scriptura. I ended up rejecting sola scriptura or the bible alone theory. When I rejected it, ultimately rejecting Protestantism, I had nowhere else to go except Catholic and Orthodox. That is when things got scary for me. Scary because it was new to me. It went against everything I had been taught. What did I know about Catholic or Orthodox? Nothing beyond what Hollywood movies, the news and rumors I had heard among those in the protestant section of the religion. What would my friends think? What would my wife think? What would my family think? Was I crazy? These were the questions that ran through my mind? The main difference that separates Catholic and Orthodox is Orthodox don’t accept the office of the pope. In my opinion all the churches in the Orthodox section are divided politically and culturally and cannot agree on who has the authority beyond scripture and tradition. Because of this, they cannot form councils to infallibly define something when there are disputes. That left me with Catholicism. It turns out, everything I knew or heard about Catholicism was either a myth, a lie, or a half-truth. Most coming from rumors passed on generation after generation by those originally favoring the King of England in the original colonies. I had told my wife about wanting to go to a Catholic Mass. There was a Catholic Church in the nearest big city. She was skeptical but agreed to go with me. We went once or twice and loved it. It was different but the most impressionable difference on me was how it was done. As a Baptist, it was typical to walk in and some people would notice you coming in. There would be people talking, cracking jokes and fellowshipping with one another before church started. When I walked into the Catholic Church, it was all silence. Nobody was talking or gossiping. They were either sitting their quietly or they were kneeling in prayer. I didn’t see any eyes on me at all. I am not knocking the Baptist way I was used to, however as someone that can have social anxiety, the Catholic way was more appeasing. My wife and I eventually talked about converting. She was hesitant at first due to the rumors she was familiar with from news and from some people she knew who were ex-catholic. She eventually agreed to go through the process of converting with me. Since converting, I say that me and my wife have grown closer together in our marriage but also have grown to be better parents. We are now enriched in this 2000 plus year religion that we find to be wholesome.
The End
Side note: A lot of the history in this story is edited down for time. There are of course multiple perspectives and narratives that I did not use in telling it.
Works Cited
“History of the Church of England | The Church of England.” Welcome to the Church of England’s official website | The Church of England. Web. 1 Jul 2022. <http://www.churchofengland.org/news-and-media/media-centre/history-church-england>.
Traffanstedt, Chris. “Short Biography of John Smyth, Baptists.” The Reformed Reader commited to historic baptist and reformed beliefs. Web. 1 Jul 2022. <http://www.reformedreader.org/smyth.htm>.