Sofia sez, "Kinda of a Rant, kinda of a Rave" A former Evangelical sees the Truth in becoming a Catholic

Reading one of my favorite blogs tonight, (Battlebeads Blog) I came across a post that Mary (@AncientSoul on Twitter) published yesterday. It was so moving and so informative that I had to post it here before my nurse in the hospital shut my computer down!

One of my biggest gripes are Evangelical Protestants that deliberately go into Catholic countries and proselytize, NOT EVANGELIZE the Catholic faithful. In the past I have whined and complained that our Bishops are more concerned with not hurting the feelings of Protestants in the name of ecumenism while we lose thousands of Catholics daily in South & Central American countries, the Philippines & the continent of Africa.

After reading Mary’s post of Kristine Franklin’s article “How I solved the Catholic Problem”, I have had a rethinking of the this topic. Instead of trying to stop Evangelicals from proselytizing, why not evangelize the Protestant missionaries themselves? Instead of keeping them from preaching, encourage them to teach the Catholic Faith as missionaries. When will the Bishop’s Conferences from around the world really “get” what ecumenism really IS?

I challenge the inefficient Bishops Conferences to take seriously the problem of Catholic nations being proselytized by Fundamentalist Evangelical Protestants. The nations mentioned above will also be joined by our own dear U.S.A if we don’t hold the Bishops feet to the fire.

Bishops: Set up a realistic ten year plan for evangelizing Catholics & retaining Catholics in predominately Catholic countries in particular. Reach out to the laity you so love to give priestly duties to and encourage them to become missionaries. (You might be surprised at the response!) Engage our youth to evangelize and show other Faiths not how we are alike, but how we are different and WHY!! Set up a semester abroad as a missionary in Catholic colleges and Universities as part of a well-rounded orthodox Catholic education.

Finally, reach out to the Evangelical converts to Catholicism that have helped to make EWTN the greatest Catholic media station in the history of Religious media to date. Stop criticizing what EWTN has done that you might not  like personally and look at the number of evangelical ministers (who just happen to be dynamic speakers) and have come to the Faith with a zeal of a missionary from the first years of the Church.

In conclusion, let’s stop shaking our heads (just like did when I read this piece) saying isn’t that a shame and let us do something about it. We are obliged to “Go forth and tell all nations..”

What do you think, He was kidding?

“How I Solved the Catholic Problem”

by Kristine L. Franklin

Guatemala is at a turning point. Historically it’s been a 100% Catholic country – but that’s changing – rapidly. Demographers predict that early in the next century Guatemala will become the first mostly-Protestant Latin American country.

The jet made a careful descent between the three volcanoes that ring the sprawl of Guatemala City. It was April 19th, 1992. My husband, Marty, and I had reached the end of eight years of preparation to be Evangelical Protestant missionaries.

We were finally here, excited and eager to settle in Guatemala. We knew our faith would be challenged and stretched, but we were more than ready for it because above all else, we desired to serve God with everything we could offer. Our new life as missionaries had just begun.

I didn’t feel even a twinge of regret over what we’d left behind in the States: family, friends, a familiar language and culture, and amenities like clean water and good roads we Americans so often take for granted. In spite of the unknowns ahead, I knew we were being obedient, regardless of the cost. We were living smack in the middle of God’s will, and it gave us a great feeling of security. We had given ourselves fully to bringing Christ’s light to the darkness of this impoverished, Catholic country.

As the jet touched down onto the bumpy runway, tears welled in my eyes. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered as I reached over to squeeze my husband’s hand. Marty and I had come to the end of a long journey, but we were also beginning a new one. “Some day, Lord,” I prayed silently, “I hope this foreign place will feel like home.”

I was elated as we walked down the exit ramp from the plane and began the long-awaited adventure of being Protestant missionaries – missionaries sent to “rescue” Catholics from the darkness of their religion’s superstition and man-made traditions and bring them into the light of Protestantism.

There’s no way I could have known that three years later, almost to the day, my husband and my two children and I would stand holding hands again, elated again, waiting to be received into the Catholic Church. Let me explain what happened that led me, a staunch Evangelical, to become Catholic.

In the Beginning

I was raised in a devout Fundamentalist home. When I was 5 years old I asked Jesus to be my Savior. I was watching cartoons and it was time for a commercial. I figured that was as good a time as any to get saved. I’d been told many times by my folks that all I had to do was “open up a little door in my heart and let Jesus come in, and I would be a true Christian.”

That was it. Once Jesus was in, He would never go away. And when I died, I would go to heaven. It was a sure thing, the best deal in life, the free gift of eternal life. I couldn’t earn it, I could only ask for it, and as soon as I asked (if I really meant it), then it was a done deal! One minute I was a little sinner on the way to hell, the next minute I was a Christian.

When I told my mom I’d become a Christian, she wept for joy. I didn’t feel any different, but I knew my black heart was now as white as snow. No matter how bad I was, no matter what naughty things I did, when God looked at my heart from now on, all He would see was white, because Jesus was my personal Savior. As I grew up and found myself involved in sins of one kind or another, I doubted the sincerity of my “conversion” at age 5 and, just in case, I got “born-again” at least on two other occasions (just to be sure).

This is the Catch-22 of the typical “born-again” theology taught by many Evangelical and Fundamentalist denominations: Although we were taught that “faith alone” saved a person, the assumption was that right away the convert would exhibit a changed life and would continue growing in holiness out of sheer gratefulness to God for the gift of salvation. Under this system, the whole conversion event was completely subjective and valid only with the right measure of sincerity and true repentance – what Evangelicals call “saving faith.”

On the other hand, if a person known to be “born again” falls away from Christ, it’s said that he had “never really been born again.” In other words, the possibility always exists that you might not actually be a Christian, though you might be completely convinced that you are. (Evangelical and Fundamentalist Protestants would never say it that way, nor do they even like to think about it, but they do recognize that this is so.)

The “Catholic Problem”…

Just as I knew for certain I was a Christian at 5 years old, I knew with equal certainty that there were others who were not Christians. I had been taught that some of these non-Christian people lived in places like Africa and Asia. Missionaries were frequent visitors at our little church and we listened with awe to their stories. Once some missionaries came from Mexico, where, tragically enough, the people thought they were Christians, even though they weren’t. The Mexicans, we were reminded, were a lot worse off than the heathens in Africa. At least the heathens knew they worshipped demons and false gods. But the poor Mexicans were Catholics. They had been deceived into thinking they were real Christians, and this made them a lot harder to convert.

But it wasn’t just the Mexicans we worried about and prayed for.

Most of our neighbors weren’t Christian either. Most were Roman Catholics. Their kids went to Sacred Heart school, where nuns and priests taught them to worship statues and pray to Mary whom – we were repeatedly warned – Catholics thought was more powerful than God Himself. I was taught to feel sorry for Catholics, because they were members of a cult, and they didn’t even know it. They were like Mormons or Jehovah’s Witnesses, who had been deceived into thinking that their good works would get them to heaven.

All of my father’s relatives were Catholic. I remember when one of them died, my mother cried bitterly because he was in hell, not because he was a great sinner, but because he was Catholic. And there was no way a Catholic could be a “born again” Christian. In fact, as far as we were concerned, being Catholic was far worse than being simply unchurched. Being Catholic was to live a lie, a lie which would only be exposed at death, when the unsuspecting person ended up in hell for believing he could work himself to heaven by good deeds. This was the way Catholics and their theology was explained to me.

I was not allowed to go to the funerals of any of my Catholic relatives. It was too sad, my Mom told me. Funerals were supposed to be happy because the person who had died (if he had been “born again”) was with Jesus, free from suffering and pain. Catholic funerals weren’t happy at all. A lot of people cried because they didn’t know for sure if their loved one was in heaven. But we would know, Mom assured us. That was the great thing about being real Christians.

These prejudices and misconceptions about Catholicism were reinforced continually throughout my childhood. Not only did I hear strong opinions against Catholicism, but also against most other Protestants, those in other denominations.

We were taught that only in our church, or a church which shared our Dispensational interpretive system,1 could a person find the complete truth about the Bible. The big denominations, the “mainline churches,” were all apostate we were warned. Those churches were best avoided, for in them, a person would hear error taught and might be deceived into believing it. Errors included things such as infant baptism, amillennialism, speaking in tongues, faith healing or, worst of all, that a Christian could lose his salvation through serious sin.

We had the truth at our church, period. Anyone who wanted the whole story about God would have to come to our church and study the Bible the way we did. When meeting someone from another denomination for the first time, we were taught to view with suspicion that person’s claim to being a Christian. If they didn’t believe pretty much what we did, there was a good chance they weren’t really “born again.” We were constantly reminded by our pastor that we were obligated to share the real truth with them, especially if they were Catholics. We had Jesus, they didn’t. It was that simple.

Over the years I came to know many “true Christians” from these other “erroneous” churches. This had an effect on me. I gradually loosened my Fundamentalist views on truth and adopted the typical, somewhat vague belief of contemporary evangelicalism that as long as one has a “personal relationship with Christ,” that’s all that matters. To my shock, I even met a few Catholics whom I judged to be “born again,” (though I could only wonder how they could possibly grow spiritually within the Catholic Church, and I had no idea why they remained in it). As their friend, I saw it as my duty to urge those “Christian” Catholics to find a better church, a Bible-believing church. And some of them took my advice and left the Catholic Church. Some however, stuck with Catholicism, which only made me question the validity of their commitment to Christ.

From the time I was a kid, I was taught that in the hierarchy of careers, foreign missionary service was right at the top of the list of things that please God. Marty and I discussed the possibility of his teaching in a school for missionary children. Since he already spoke Spanish, we knew it was likely we’d end up in Latin America or Spain. We prayed that God would use us as missionaries to bring Catholics to Christ. We wanted to bring them “true Christianity.” From the time we made that decision until our arrival in Guatemala, a little over eight years went by.

Shortly after we arrived in Guatemala my tidy paradigm of “true Christianity” began to disintegrate. For more than two years, I experienced a persistent nagging at the back of my consciousness regarding several theological issues. Getting to the mission field brought those problems to the fore.

Perhaps the most distasteful of the nagging issues was what I had come to see as the cultural hegemony inherent in Evangelicalism’s mission strategy. Evangelicals were (and are) importing wholesale a specifically American brand of piety, imposing the forms and symbols and jargon of “American Christianity” on the people in other countries. This religious colonialism bothered me a lot.

There was also the problem of illiteracy in Latin America. Since childhood I had been steeped in the mindset that the Bible is the literal touchstone of all things Christian. Consequently, I had a hard time integrating the Evangelical “read it for yourself” approach with a culture in which many people couldn’t read.

And finally, the Protestant notion of sola scriptura (the Bible alone) fell apart each time I tried to test it. I began to see that Evangelicalism’s insistence on going by the Bible alone led continually into division and problems. Worse yet, claiming to go by the Bible alone didn’t really provide any certitude of belief for believers.

Because of my upbringing and theological training, I didn’t realize at first that as soon as I allowed myself to question these three problem areas I was pointing myself in the direction of Rome. I thought I was just settling some troubling issues, but it was really at this point that my journey into the Catholic Church began.

I believed, as most Evangelicals do, that my own brand of Christianity was the most “authentic,” i.e. the closest to the New Testament beliefs and practice – the most “biblical.” In Guatemala I was confronted with something I had never considered before: that my Christianity was in fact, a largely American phenomenon.

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Editor’s note: @Ancientsoul is part of the AlwaysCatholic family as well as having her own blog, BattleBeadsBlog. She has also produced the design for AlwaysCatholic and continues to keep AlwaysCatholic out there and running.

2 Comments to “Sofia sez, "Kinda of a Rant, kinda of a Rave" A former Evangelical sees the Truth in becoming a Catholic”

  1. Thank you for this wonderful article. This was truly a great read.

  2. Amazing how we get caught up in man’s work and do we do so at the expense of God’s WORK! If we as Christians follow The Word of God,the LIVING Word of God and live our lives according to the instructions of Jesus Christ Himself, do we not Enter The Gates to Eternal Life with One Body? I get angered when Protestants speak of “saving souls” of Catholics and calling it Victory or Catholics making the same claim. I would suggest that those individuals were NOT Christian’s in practice and in fact, they were lost souls to HIM. We must join forces against the true enemy in our lives and that is Satan. He will divide Christians for his gain. I speak after 45 years as a Christian/Catholic and now 11 years as Christian/Protestant. I can say that I see the simularities in the two NOT the differences placed between them by man. Do you know the POWER Christians would have in the world as One True Body of Christ! My Spirtual Growth has soared not because of either influences, it has soared because of MY Personal Relationship with Father, Son & Holy Spirit and recognizing THEIR influences in My LIFE. My Prayer life, the influence of THE WORD in my life and HIS Touch when I walked up the Mountain, like Abraham, to sacrifice my son Andrew to HIM; man said death and Jesus said life! Once you have that TOUCH and realize the miracle, you see ALL The Miracles in our daily lives. Holy Spirit Rain Down on Me! Revival in life, marriage, relationships and our walk with Jesus Christ is essential but how do we as Christians get that REVIVAL. Do we sin while living or are we living in sin? Are we as Christians, leading our families to Heaven or responsible for our families going to hell. We must influence all by our actions not by our words; when The Word is part of your mind, heart, body & soul; we recognize the trappings of Satan…we steer clear of the road blocks of life. But one of the greatest challenges is how those around us watch us go through the FIRE and demonstrate OUR FAITH as JOB did.

    God Bless & Please know my Heart and LOVE of my brothers & sisters in Christ Our Lord & Savior!

    Douglas J. Turnbull aka Turnbulld53

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