Every Lent, for the past several years, I’ve given up complaining. It’s liberating. And soul-making. And hard. Complaining is one of those things that just doesn’t seem very Christian. Complaint is the salve of the soul, said no saint ever. And although a fairly sufficient argument could be made that Job, one of the most famous characters in the Old Testament, was a voracious complainer he was, likewise, roundly rebuked. By the Almighty, nonetheless. No, complaining does no good. It solves no problems,… Read more

As an Evangelical Christian I understood the “Body of Christ” or “the Church” (capital C) to be an invisible collection of believers. The idea was beautiful, really, because it meant that somehow all Christians across the whole world no matter how important or obscure were connected by Christ into one universal Church. But this isn’t how it was understood by Early Christians and when I found that out I was a little alarmed, disappointed, and completely unprepared for what came… Read more

Somewhere in those early days of university I made a definitive choice not to drink coffee. It wasn’t hard; anytime I even caught a whiff of the stuff it turned my stomach. It smelled disgusting. I had no interest. But I set my sights against it regardless. While many of my friends were pulling all-nighters and buoying themselves through their early morning classes with caffeine I was groggily drinking my orange juice or plain old water. Even when my good friend James… Read more

When Martin Luther nailed his ninety-five theses to the door of the Wittenberg Castle church he was almost immediately rebuked by his Catholic interlocutors. It was St. Francis de Sales, Bishop of Geneva, who wrote authoritatively in response to Luther’s anti-Church movement—a text which remains one of my favourite treaties on the Catholic faith. Calling Luther’s re-interpretations of ancient Catholic doctrines a “novelty” St. Francis took Luther to task for inventing new interpretations of old heresies. What Luther was doing, charged St. Francis,… Read more

In the Catholic Church I’ve found an incredible, unimaginable home. It’s miles from anything I’d ever known before. Read more

I once watched a debate on biblical authority between a Catholic priest and an Evangelical pastor. It was going as well as a debate could go until the very end when the pastor wheeled a large suitcase onto the stage. He began, slowly, to unpack the contents of the suitcase onto his podium: four enormous tomes. “This,” he declared dramatically, “Is everything you need to know to be a Catholic.” He paused for effect before continuing, “And this is all… Read more

A paradigm shift occurs when the number of compelling facts and figures from a competing world view other than your own forces you to concede your position—and adopt another. It happens like this. Facts and information enter your radar which you perhaps hadn’t considered before. They challenge your perspective, opinions, and ultimately, your view of the world. As more and more of these new arguments and ideas pile up the lens through which you’ve previously understood much of reality begins… Read more

There’s a quotation buried near the end of a rather obscure book review by Protestant theologian Carl Trueman that I’ve hung on to for quite some time now. It’s a good one, and I’ll share it in a second. But I share it, only now, because I’ve just come across it again in the foreword to a book of Catholic conversion stories. The quote was proffered by Francis Beckwith a rather famous Catholic convert in his own right as the then President… Read more

I am a recovering Evangelical. At the age of fifteen I had a coming-of-age epiphany, realized that the world extended beyond my doorstep, and became a Christian. I “grew up” in the Evangelical stream of things because those are the sort of people I knew, they helped me get saved, and fifteen years later through a combination of serendipity, reading and reading and reading, and resisting the Holy Spirit for only as long as humanly possible I became a Roman Catholic…. Read more

So you handpainted your placard to picket the local abortion clinic. So you like, share, and comment on every picture of an unborn baby that crosses your newsfeed on Facebook—with gusto. So you marched with them women in Washington or New York or Auckland even though you weren’t invited and asked not to attend. So you’re so intensely pro-life that you’ve mastered every argument, approached it from every angle, and can (and do!) argue down every pro-choicer you cross paths with on… Read more

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