The Radical Catholic

I always believed in God but never thought he was relevant to my life. I accepted that Jesus existed 2,ooo years ago but felt he wasn’t anything more than a “wise” spiritual teacher.

After six fun but mostly frustrating decades on this planet, without much time spent in the church besides completing all the sacraments as a child, I walked into a Catholic church because something “inside” told me to. Within a few weeks, that same something told me I needed to know Jesus better. Coincidentally (if anything is a coincidence), the church offered a weekend retreat promising a deeper relationship with Jesus.

I joined the retreat. Two days later, I walked out, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn’t believe it. After all this time, I never realized I was Catholic. How cool was that? I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, waking up from a bad dream.

What changed? I think I was tired of trying to do things myself. It obviously hadn’t worked to my satisfaction. I became acutely aware that human self-sufficiency is a fantasy. A seductive, dead-end trap.

The next logical step was to surrender control of my life to something infinitely loving and supernaturally powerful, God and his beautiful Son, Lord Jesus Christ.

It’s my time to joyfully start over.