[vc_row][vc_column][bs-text-listing-3 columns=”1″ show_excerpt=”0″ title=”Working My Way to Heaven” icon=”” hide_title=”0″ heading_color=”” heading_style=”default” category=”-58,-16″ tag=”” count=”0″ post_ids=”” offset=”” featured_image=”0″ ignore_sticky_posts=”1″ author_ids=”” disable_duplicate=”0″ time_filter=”” order=”DESC” order_by=”date” _name_1=”” post_type=”” taxonomy=”” _name_2=”” cats-tags-condition=”and” cats-condition=”in” tags-condition=”in” tabs=”” tabs_cat_filter=”” tabs_tax_filter=”” tabs_content_type=”deferred” paginate=”none” pagination-show-label=”0″ pagination-slides-count=”3″ slider-animation-speed=”750″ slider-autoplay=”1″ slider-speed=”3000″ slider-control-dots=”off” slider-control-next-prev=”style-1″ bs-show-desktop=”1″ bs-show-tablet=”1″ bs-show-phone=”1″ custom-css-class=”” custom-id=”” override-listing-settings=”0″ listing-settings=”” css=””][vc_column_text]I was born and raised Roman Catholic. As a child, I attended mass every Sunday, received the sacraments, confessed my sins to a priest, and attended Catholic school. I believed there are two kinds of people; those who are Catholic, and those who are not.
I was eight when I had my first experience with death. I was at the funeral of my grandmother, and heard people whisper that grandma was in heaven with God. Grandma must have been a good Catholic I thought, and decided I would be too, because I didn’t want to go to hell.
As a young adult, I began questioning some of the things the Catholic Church teaches. I started skipping mass when I could get away with it, and leaving after communion when I could not.
By the time I was a sophomore in high school, God and hell were the furthest thing from my mind. I was far more interested in teenage things, like boyfriends, sports, and friends.
[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]After high school, I went away to college. No longer under the watchful eyes of my parents, it was easy for me to quit attending mass entirely. I have enough respect for my parents to go to mass with them when I came home for a visit, but that was enough God for me.
When I graduated from college, I was too busy climbing the corporate ladder of success to find time for God. Soon, I was making more money than I ever dreamed of. I foolishly believed that I could buy anything my heart desired, including happiness.
Mid way through my thirties, my brother Frank lost his 17-year battle with cancer. I was at his bedside for the last few hours leading up to his death. Moments before he died, I had an encounter with God that changed my life, and brought peace, because I was certain that Frank was in heaven.
For the first time in my life I was on fire for God. I returned to the only thing I knew, the Catholic Church. Things were different this time. Instead of going through the motions, I poured my heart into doing everything the Catholic Church teaches is necessary to go to heaven, and avoid hell. Of course, there’s always the silver medal – purgatory. On her TV program, Mother Angelica said she’ll be happy if she wakes up in purgatory after death. That’s better than waking up in hell I thought. But if Mother Angelica believed she’d be lucky to make it to purgatory, where did that leave me.
Everything I learned as a young Catholic started sinking in. I needed to attend mass every Sunday and all holy days, and by all means, not die having committed a mortal sin that hadn’t been confessed to a priest. Every week I convinced myself I had committed a mortal sin, and was frantic to find a church hearing confessions, even if it was the middle of the week.
Little by little the fire died. The rigid, impersonal Catholic faith I was practicing left me bored and unfulfilled. After ten years of earnestly searching, God was still too abstract.[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Buying my way to happiness wasn’t working either, so I quit my job and moved more than 1,000 miles from home to sunny Florida. I bought a boat and spent my days in the sun enjoying my favorite sport. I had everything I dreamed of, but still I wasn’t happy, so I bought a bigger boat.
I no longer feared hell because I was basically a good person, and a loving God doesn’t put good people in hell. Hell is reserved for people like Hitler.
A series of events led to a crisis in my life. I needed a friend, and realized that I was all alone. As if she heard my cry, my best friend Stephanie, who I had betrayed ten years earlier, contacted me to ask if she could visit. We had not been in touch for more than five years, so this was quite a surprise. Of course, I said yes.
Stephanie and I were on a walk when she asked if I still believed in God. Without even thinking about it I started to answer no, but couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. For ten years, I seldom gave God so much as a second thought. Still, when I examined if I believed in Him, I had to admit that I did.
Stephanie helped me through the most difficult time of my life. I sold everything I had and moved back home. I left Florida owning no more than what fit in my car. It should have been harder than it was to let go. Instead, I felt amazingly free. I was ready to give God another try.
I joined the local Catholic Church. I wasn’t on fire for God like I had been years earlier, but I was seeking Him with my whole heart.
I found myself mindlessly going through the same routine mass, praying the same prayers I had memorized as a child, and confessing my sins to a priest. I was in danger of losing my faith once again, but I believed in God, and I feared going to hell, so I kept doing the only thing I knew.
One Saturday I met a man who had been to confession just ahead of me. He handed me a tract explaining that if I died wearing a scapular, said three hail Mary’s every day, attended mass the first Friday of every month, and did this for nine months, Mary promised to save me from hell. Is it really that easy I thought? The Catholic Church said it was, so it must be true. Finally, I knew a way that guaranteed I wouldn’t go to hell, and I started saying hail Mary’s.
[What the man explained to me is known in the Roman Catholic Church as an “indulgence”. Indulgences are acts defined by the pope that can be done to lessen your time in purgatory. This is not biblical, rather is part of church tradition. Many, including myself, believe that our sole source of authority is the Bible, and reject tradition when it contradicts the Bible.][/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_section][vc_row][vc_column][bs-text-listing-3 columns=”1″ show_excerpt=”0″ title=”Eyes Wide Open” icon=”” hide_title=”0″ heading_color=”” heading_style=”default” category=”-58,-16″ tag=”” count=”0″ post_ids=”” offset=”” featured_image=”0″ ignore_sticky_posts=”1″ author_ids=”” disable_duplicate=”0″ time_filter=”” order=”DESC” order_by=”date” _name_1=”” post_type=”” taxonomy=”” _name_2=”” cats-tags-condition=”and” cats-condition=”in” tags-condition=”in” tabs=”” tabs_cat_filter=”” tabs_tax_filter=”” tabs_content_type=”deferred” paginate=”none” pagination-show-label=”0″ pagination-slides-count=”3″ slider-animation-speed=”750″ slider-autoplay=”1″ slider-speed=”3000″ slider-control-dots=”off” slider-control-next-prev=”style-1″ bs-show-desktop=”1″ bs-show-tablet=”1″ bs-show-phone=”1″ custom-css-class=”” custom-id=”” override-listing-settings=”0″ listing-settings=”” css=””][vc_column_text]There is an old story of three men who die and arrive in Heaven at the same time. St. Peter asks the first man, “Religion?” “Methodist,” the man says. St. Peter looks down his list, and says, “Go to Room 24, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8.” St. Peter asks the second man, “Religion?” “Baptist.” “Go to Room 18, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8.” St. Peter asks the third man, “Religion?” “Jewish.” “Go to Room 11, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8.” The third man asks, “I can understand there being different rooms for different religions, but why must we all be quiet when we pass Room 8?” “Well, the Catholics are in Room 8,” St. Peter replies, “and they think they’re the only ones here.”
Still struggling to find God in the Catholic Church, I decided to find out why Catholics believe they are the only ones in heaven. (The Catholic Church no longer teaches this.)
The idea that Catholics are the only ones in heaven is based on the Roman Catholic Church’s claim to be the one true church established by Jesus. The Catholic Church further claims that it alone has the marks of the true church.
Now I knew why Catholics believe they are the only ones in heaven, but is it true they are the one true church established by Jesus? To answer this claim I needed to find out how the apostles practiced their faith immediately after Jesus’ ascension. After all, like the telephone game we all played as children, the further you get from the original message, the more distorted it becomes. I started to do some research.
It’s impossible to research the history of Christianity without learning that many non-Catholic scholars believe the Roman Catholic Church teaches false doctrine, and the pope is the anti-Christ. Some dedicate their lives trying to save Catholics from the apostate church. Others believe that the Roman Catholic Church is a cult.
I was shocked! These are people who believe in God saying this. I buried myself in books, videos, sermons, and debates, determined to get to the bottom of this.
The further down the rabbit hole I went, the more I realized how little I knew. Church history is ugly; brutal massacres, deceit, lies. There is little in the way of immorality the church is not accused of. Certainly, this wasn’t the Catholic Church I thought, but history proves otherwise.
I started out searching for an answer to a joke, and ended up questioning the validity of the Catholic Church. Is the RCC the one true Church established by Jesus? History is not on the side of the Catholic Church, but is there more?[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Continued in article titled “What Catholics Believe”. Follow link to continue my story.[/vc_column_text][vc_btn title=”WHAT CATHOLICS BELIEVE” color=”default” align=”center” link=”url:https%3A%2F%2F45.76.31.156%2F2020%2F10%2F17%2Fwhat-catholics-believe%2F|||”][/vc_column][/vc_row][/vc_section]