2015-08-20T11:09:07-04:00

As an Evangelical Protestant, I didn’t think about the disparate state of the Christian Church very much. It wasn’t on my radar. I was, for a while, a nominal Pentecostal. Then I found a charismatic Pentecostal community. Then, a bit later on, I joined an quasi-Baptist church (which was shortly thereafter ejected from the denomination, or departed). I ended my career as an Evangelical in a phenomenal non-denominational church. Then I became Catholic. And, while I didn’t think much about... Read more

2016-11-20T13:07:26-04:00

I first met Jesus at the age of fifteen. As a teenager, I “accepted Christ” and began to live as best a Christian life as I could muster. And it was great. I was happy as an Evangelical Protestant. I hadn’t rejected Catholicism, I didn’t know much about it and what I knew, sadly, had come from rather poor sources. From Catholics who, themselves, didn’t know much about their faith either. Bad Catholics. But when an Evangelical Pastor, and good friend,... Read more

2015-08-17T16:37:07-04:00

I have some experience with prayer. Prayer is what brought me into relationship with God, the Creator of the Universe. At fifteen—for reasons only God knows—I threw out a tendril of prayer. A tender shoot. “God, if you’re there and you can accept me, give me a sign.” I wanted to be a Christian. (I recently realized, in conversation with a friend, how strange it was that even then, as a radical heathen, that I was somehow unworthy of God’s acceptance.... Read more

2017-11-22T14:48:12-04:00

The reality of the Catholic Church was infinitely more beautiful, more incredible, and more appealing than I'd ever imagined. Read more

2015-08-07T11:15:02-04:00

It’s Saturday night after the Vigil Mass and I’m in the parish centre eating ice cream from a styrofoam bowl. It’s an ice cream social, a fundraiser for the youth group’s trip to a Steubenville conference. I’m sitting alone at my table. I’ve only been to this parish a few times and, this time with my wife at home with our newborn, I’m here alone. I don’t know anyone. There are lots of tables in the parish centre but slowly... Read more

2015-08-08T11:04:08-04:00

There are lots of reasons why I decided, as an otherwise happy Evangelical Protestant, to become a Roman Catholic. Among these reasons were aesthetic and spiritual appeals—the beauty of the liturgy and the plethora of centuries old spiritual practices—and these were, indeed, powerful motivators. But alongside the sometimes esoteric motivations were some fundamentally, concretely intellectual reasons to join the ranks of the ancient Catholic Church. Chief among the intellectual appeals stand the towering figures of the Early Church Fathers. Christians who... Read more

2015-08-03T15:59:26-04:00

In Canada, we’ve had legalized same-sex marriage for sometime now. It’s become taken for granted, but the decision yesterday by the highest court of the world’s largest superpower has reignited the discussion around the entire globe. When I became a Catholic, a convert from Evangelical Protestantism, I wrote about the appeal of the Rock in Shifting Seas. Like many washouts from the emergent church movement I was attracted by a church which spoke clearly about Her beliefs. I left a decidedly... Read more

2017-06-06T19:34:36-04:00

What does a Pope know about the environment? Read more

2015-08-03T15:59:27-04:00

I’ve written before, actually twice, about the incredible experience of the Sacrament of Reconciliation. As an Evangelical I read verses in the New Testament like James 5:16 with dissatisfaction. I was openly critical of my faith tradition in light of passages, like these, which clearly extolled us to confess to each other, and not just in private, to God. We simply didn’t do it even though it was clearly, sometimes urgently, commanded of us. As a Catholic I’ve come to hold confession... Read more

2016-05-22T19:24:33-04:00

I am a recovering Evangelical. I became a Catholic this year at the Easter Vigil. I’ve been attending Mass, every Sunday, since I began RCIA (the training wheels program for non-Catholics) and all told, I’ve been being Catholic for about nine months. Precisely the time it takes to gestate a baby before giving birth. And I think I’m finally ready. Finally ready to provide a healthy dose of creative criticism, to unabashedly compare the tradition I left for the tradition I left it... Read more


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