Showing posts with label james. Show all posts
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21 March 2010

becoming catholic: part 1

Becoming Catholic icon


I've not yet discussed it explicitly here, but I've left a hint or two along the way. It's something I've been meaning to write about for awhile and seeing as the journey will reach a kind of culmination in the coming weeks, I find it fitting to write about it here now.

As the Part 1 portion of the title of this post suggests, this is something I will be writing about over a series of posts, knowing I won't be able to address this subject adequately in a single entry.

Disclaimer: When it comes to matters of faith (and matters of Catholicism in particular), emotions run high. It is a topic on which many have strong bents, preferences, and biases and regarding which particular views are held strongly. In many circles, there is much in the way of fear, misinformation, and outright antagonism when the topic of Catholicism is broached. I do not claim to speak in any official terms about matters Catholic, I claim only to speak for my own experience and journey. That being said, things may be introduced or stated in this series of posts which directly impacted my decision to convert. The purpose of stating these things is not to exact judgment on anyone or to incite anger or division, but only to provide reasoned explanations for why I now freely and deliberately chose to become Catholic.

A note on additional reading/resources: At the end of each post, I will attempt to point to additional resources that were helpful to us in our search.

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An introduction
By way of providing a little background, allow me to present a bird's-eye view of my upbringing. I was brought up in a Christian home by wonderful, loving, and imperfect parents. I loved Jesus and the Bible from an early age and even in my earliest years, don't doubt the sincerity of that. We went to an evangelical, non-denominational church that was in many respects like extended family. This love for Jesus grew and in my high school years, burst into something new and altogether consuming. I read my Bible almost constantly and knew my life would be centered around my faith.

I went to and graduated from a Christian university and after moving home, continued my involvement in church. I worked with the youth group, led a Bible study, and continued in my personal devotion. It was just three years ago that I met someone who professed what he referred to as Traditional Catholicism which, in practice and in statement of belief, is different from what the majority of Catholics profess today (it would take volumes to explain the differences; the link above provides a good overview). After seriously considering conversion, I came to the conclusion that I could not accept the views of God and Jesus with which I was presented there. And so I returned to my evangelical roots, and was warmly welcomed upon my return.

An unexpected pit-stop
Fast forward to September of 2009. It was Labor Day weekend and James and I (married not quite four months at this point) were making a road trip south primarily to pick up some things he had in storage in the Modesto/Manteca area, but also to visit several friends and acquaintances we had there. We stopped in Redding at a coffee-shop to grab a bite to eat, this stop still about three and a half hours away from our destination. As I waited for our meals, James sat down to someone who, by the telltale collar, was obviously a priest. Another sat with him dressed in black, a novitiate preparing for the priesthood.

James was raised Catholic and left the church when he was 19, having some objections about certain doctrines that appeared to be incompatible with Scripture. But not one to shy away from any theological or intellectual discussion, I wasn't surprised that he chose a seat at a table with two obviously Catholic guests at this coffee house.

door table
Door table at Yak's Koffee
Redding, CA


We exchanged the usual pleasantries and launched into a discussion that while neither of us could forget it, we also found that we could not later recall all the specifics. James discussed his background with the church, his passion for the Catholic church when he was growing up, and the reasons why he left. The discussion was spirited, passionate, and sincere amongst the four of us involved. We discussed what it means to be "saved", and I remember feeling like all of us had been challenged. I hadn't ever seen my husband quite so emotional or flustered. But I remember walking away from that discussion the distinct impression that the bulk of the challenge was ours.

They made a lot of good points, I said as we returned to the truck. A lot of them. He didn't disagree.

We talked about it for the remainder of our drive. We knew it was something we had to look into if we were going to be intellectually and spiritually honest. Given our backgrounds, neither of us had been looking for this. Both of us had been burned in our very different experiences of Catholicism, and were understandably a little gun shy about giving it another look. Besides which, we were very newly married and not looking to introduce this kind of huge change so early on.

Coming home
Upon our return home, the research began. James spent hours reading Scripture, the church fathers, studying the teachings and beliefs of the protestant reformers, and looking at church websites. He found video testimonies both Protestant and Catholic, looked deeply into Catholic doctrine by way of the Catechism, and learned about the differences between how Catholics and Protestants approach the Christian faith. We learned about the Canon of scripture, and authority, and read some of the less commonly known writings from the reformers, many of which turned our stomachs.

This went on for about three weeks. Every day when I came home from work, he'd summarize his findings. More than one day, I remember him saying, This is tearing me apart. It was clear that he was exhausted, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Torn apart seemed an apt enough description.

And so it was. It was tearing us both apart. What we had found was turning our world upside-down.


For further reading:
Reasons to Believe: How to Understand, Explain, and Defend the Catholic Faith by Scott Hahn (Hahn is a former Protestant minister who converted to Catholicism in 1986)
Catechism of the Catholic Church

26 February 2010

love & potato chips

I'm certain that the fact that my once loose-fitting "I'm feeling so skinny" pants are now the snug "I'm glad I can still zip them up" pants couldn't have a thing to do with the fact that I've been padding the bottom line of the Kettle Brand Chips company lately. It couldn't possibly, could it? I mean, I know I'm pregnant and all, but ...

Could it?!
Yeah, that's what I thought.

I was really hoping that I would be one of those women who, when pregnant, sailed and soared through pregnancy without nausea or vomiting or lagging energy. So far, I've dealt with all three. Foods and meals I previously enjoyed now turn my stomach (split pea soup, vegetable soup, hot rice cereal, etc.) and foods that I've never enjoyed a close relationship with (eggs being at the top of this list, and orange juice being another) are now amongst the short list of things I can stomach without difficulty and actually crave.

So far, the best thing to eat -- the thing I've enjoyed the most and have not gagged on once -- are salt & vinegar potato chips (Kettle brand only, Little Bean is quite picky). James and I discovered a little grocery outlet near our home that sells the smaller bags for $1 when normally, they retail for $3-4. It's nice getting the food you crave on the cheap, and this is a very, very good thing for James whose task it is to take care of a very tired, very nauseated, and very hormonal woman.

And yesterday, I was nearing the bottom of the last bag we had in our apartment. Quelle tragédie!!

Too nauseated to go out myself, I asked this wonderful man if he wouldn't mind picking up another bag or two -- you know, since I've got this child growing inside me and all and this is one of the rare foods that doesn't make me gag to look at, smell, ingest, or have within a half-mile proximity of my person.

The man came home with 2 cases of these potato chips from the grocery outlet. That translates to 2 big boxes, 30 bags, and approximately 22,500 calories of tangy, salty goodness taking up residence in our laundry/pantry area. Now that is love.

I sure hope I have a hungry baby ... or that s/he doesn't suddenly develop a preference for the jalapeno flavor!!

01 February 2010

first comes love, then comes marriage, then ...

... comes a positive pregnancy test.

130/365: first comes love, then comes marriage, then ...
130/365: positive pregnancy test
31 january 2010
canon 40d



Answers to the most popular questions thus far:
1. Our little bean is due to arrive on the scene about October 5 or so.
2. We do intend to find out the gender ahead of time. James is squarely on Team Pink and has requested that his little girl have curly hair.
3. I'm feeling OK and have the typical symptoms for 5 weeks into the game: very tired, light-headed, headache-y, and occasionally feeling like I got socked in the gut. I'm hungry all the time and always ready for a nap!!


I know there are some schools of thought that say you should wait until you've passed through the first trimester or hear the heartbeat to announce it to the world, but our thinking runs along these lines: this is a person, with a soul, unique and loved by God. Regardless of what happens at this point, someone is alive and present who was not just a few weeks ago. And so we believe this little one will be well served by people who will likewise love and pray for him/her. So if you think of it, we would be humbled and honored by your prayers for this little person that we love so much already.

Blessings to you!!! And ... WAHOO!!

12 November 2009

it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship

One year ago today, Facebook played a pivotal role in changing my life forever.

kiss

Hi James!! How the heck are you?

These were the first words I wrote on the wall of his Facebook page after accepting his friend request on November 12, 2008. I had no idea then what I was in for. We hadn't kept in touch since our days at Biola and for all I knew, the pictures on his profile page were of his own children.

I remember a knot in me relaxing when I learned from his reply that the children in those photos were all nieces and nephews.

After several more replies back and forth, then came a phone call (that one, four and a half hours) and a second phone call (that one, five and a half hours) and a third brief one in which I had to tell him exactly how much I was feeling, and how unexpectedly I was feeling it. Nearly a year before that, I had embraced my singleness enthusiastically. Because of this and the vow of celibacy I knew he had made (and which only God could undo), it was painful for me to tell him that my heart was not available to anyone else.

I knew I was telling him: if I don't marry you, I don't marry. Period.

That phone call ended tenuously. I had just blurted the entire contents of my heart out, and I didn't have any idea of it being reciprocated.

But then it was.

He loved me and he married me, and so we grow in love, still.



{And, PS ... he was right again.}


photo by kirsten.michelle
Canon 40D

02 November 2009

because he was right

As most of you who have been reading this blog for any length of time know, I'm pretty excited about photography. I would love it if this could become a way of bringing in some income. Toward that end, I recently started posting my work to RedBubble, an online community where artists can share their work, receive feedback from other artists, and sell their pieces through a variety of media.

I didn't go in naively expecting that in joining RedBubble, I'd find myself with more money than I knew what to do with (though I would not have objected were this the case). I was spoiled when, in my very first upload to the site, one of my pieces was featured and got a lot of attention (408 views and 8 favoritings at last check). It hasn't been quite that easy since. I upload photos that I think are fabulous, but the number of views these pieces garner doesn't reflect that the RedBubble community holds the same opinion.

Sigh. Harumph.

James has long maintained (not without some bias, I think) that I should work on perfecting the art of self-portraiture and share it with the world. You're the most beautiful thing they're going to see, he says. I admit I rolled my eyes in response to this at least once. I like self-portraits, but isn't that a little narcissistic to ask people to view and potentially buy them? But I agreed to give it a try for the first time this past weekend (with only a smidge of reluctance).

And guess who ate her words?

Yep, that would be me.

redbubble feature

I got a text message from the man himself this morning telling me my work had been featured in a group for users of Canon DSLRs. While it's not featured on the featured page, it's still getting more attention than anything since my first upload.

Huh. Go figure.

the depths of the heart

And to think: I put a cheap department store scarf from Ireland on my head, snapped a few shots in my living room, did a bit of post-processing, and all of the sudden I'm RedBubble famous (er ... RedBubble Canon DSLR group famous, that is).

I guess I'll take that.

26 October 2009

busy busy busy

Whew, has it been a week already? Where does the time go? My guess is that it's hanging out with all the lost socks of the world, wherever those may be.

The lost socks (unfortunately) are on their own. I'm frying some bigger fish.

On top of working, exercising, sleeping, eating, and attempting to avoid H1N1 (as well as any dramatic media coverage of H1N1), we've had quite a few other things on our plates as well.

On Monday nights, we have RCIA. James is kind enough to come with me and is learning lots too (he was baptized Catholic and thus does not need the rites of initiation again). In addition to our time shared there with other catechumens and candidates, we have weekly readings from the Catechism and other publications that explain in detail various aspects of the faith. Speaking of which ... I'm behind on my reading. Ack!!

This experience (and the lengthy as-yet-untold tale leading up to how we arrived here at all) is something I hope to write about in more detail soon, but as the title of this post would suggest, I just haven't had the time to sit down and place my thoughts in anything remotely resembling a logical manner.

They're in there, I promise, bumping up against the sides of my skull. Sometimes it just hurts that good.

On Tuesdays, we meet with a church group to watch and discuss The Truth Project. This is my second time going through the series and it's still bending my noodle like you wouldn't believe. Our discussions are robust and often go into the later hours of the evening ... not so good for the girl whose alarm goes off at 4:15 am. Yep, you read that right. It is not a typo. Believe me, I wish it was.

I've also been working hard on my photography. In addition to taking copious amounts of pictures of autumn scenes, I've been embarking on another endeavor. About a month ago, I challenged myself to engage in a 365-day self-portrait challenge. It's amazing how bored I can get with myself and how challenging it is to come up with new and creative means of self expression. But I'm doing it because if I'm going to be a photographer, I believe that I need to get on the other side of the camera every now and then and become the subject. And hopefully soon, all this experimenting will help me with the goal of making my photography a way I can supplement our income.

And writing? Yeah. I have hopes for developing that, too ... but I have to squeeze sleeping in somewhere.

Other than that, we're reading and studying a lot, primarily about things related to our faith, things that I simultaneously crave and that overwhelm me. We've watched a few movies, gone on a few walks, and always have time to smooch and take silly pictures.

And just what are you up to this fine autumn season?

08 October 2009

36 reasons to celebrate james

Today is my Beloved's birthday and so I thought it would be fun to come up with a reason for every year of his life why I adore the sweet man I call my husband. The list ranges in reasons from silly and superficial to deeply serious, and are the first things that came to mind at the time I was writing it.

I wish I could take credit for this idea, but I cannot: the idea came from a Facebook friend of mine who did the same for her husband on his birthday. It was difficult to limit myself to just 36 reasons, but (Lord-willing) I will have many years ahead in which to add others.

Or maybe next time, I will come up with 10 reasons for each year of his life ...


james-polaroids #1
James Polaroids, ca. 2002
Canon 40D


Reasons to celebrate James:

Because he first loved me.
He calls me his “sweet one”.
He does the dishes and cleans the bathroom.
My lips are the only ones he’s kissed.
His shaven cheeks are soft and sweet.
He maintains high ideals, even when it seems crazy to do so.
He is unashamed of the gospel.
He cares deeply about knowing the Truth, and living accordingly (even when it hurts like hell).
He’s serious.
He’s hilarious and silly.
He’s just the right amount of nerdy.
He’s generous.
He picks up homeless people, gives them a good meal, and sits and talks to them about Jesus.
He can quote Shakespeare (mostly Hamlet and Much Ado About Nothing) at the most appropriate times.
He speaks New Testament Greek to me and knows exactly what it means.
He tweaks popular songs to include my name.
He gets these songs stuck in my head.
He put a ring on my finger and could hardly wait to say his vows.
He’s made an adjective of my name: “kirsteny”.
He whispered to me at the altar on our wedding day: “I want to be one with you.”
He’s not afraid to cry when something moves him.
He likes to talk to our as-yet unconceived “baby Kirstens” in my belly.
He loves my crazy family.
He’s really, really cute.
He can put together Ikea furniture without losing his sanity.
He has saved me from a slobbering, nasty drunk guy.
He doesn’t run away when I cry.
He’s the safest person I know.
He gets the mail.
He is the man of God’s dreams for me.
He left a place of familiarity to move to a place he had never been to marry me.
He is loving, even toward people he doesn’t know.
He refuses to compromise.
While his intensity can overwhelm me at times, I know I can trust that it’s aimed at knowing and living in truth and the highest possible earthly good.
He catches my tears.
I am his, and he is mine.


Happy Birthday, James!! I love you
XOXO