2017-02-14T22:45:39-04:00

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

2017-08-03T21:30:29-04:00

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

2017-02-07T23:24:26-04:00

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

2017-09-06T13:22:58-04:00

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

2017-02-02T12:26:30-04:00

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

2017-11-23T11:37:53-04:00

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

2017-01-24T08:19:27-04:00

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

2017-07-05T11:52:24-04:00

Sin is a dirty word. As an Evangelical Protestant we rarely spoke about it. I know that’s not the experience of all evangelicals—maybe not even the majority—but it was certainly my experience in an array of denominations, too. –Sin was something we knew about, sure. Sin was something for which we were all culpable. Sin was even preached about the occasional Sunday morning—or whispered about on at a mid-week Bible study. But it was always sin in the sense of, “This is what... Read more

2017-09-01T16:37:41-04:00

Some nights make me wonder what the heck we pray for. Read more

2016-12-14T20:24:47-04:00

I snuck out today, on my forty-minute lunch break, to spend some time sitting in church. It’s one of those stormy Canadian winter days and I almost regretted my decision immediately as the wind whipped up a squall of snow right in my face the second I opened my car door. Blustery is probably the word I’m looking for. The parish church closest to my work is beautiful. A massive stone structure it stands head and shoulders above the row... Read more


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