I remember her from her articles on American Thinker.
Interesting writer with substance.
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Too many evangelical churches are only “seeker-sensitive” and do not properly grow a baby Christian into a responsible adult with all the proper knowledge and understanding.
God is not there to be your pet or to be put into your god box that only a “nice” god could inhabit. He is not there to make your life easy and fun or rich and happy.
Beautiful.
A lot of FReepers watched the transition Robin of Berkley took over a couple of years right here on the FR pages.
It is a shame that she had to throw out the baby with the bathwater. If only she had been able to find meaning and G-d’s glory within her own Judaism. It is very sad when a good person is lost to our people. If she had made the effort to understand her faith, meet with Chabad rabbis, take classes, and engage with the Holy books that had sustained her ancestors through deprivations of thousands of years, she could have become a luminary to other Jews confused and alienated by the depravity and ennui of modern secular life.
Excellent writer, for sure. “I was told never, ever to go through it.” Sad but true. Anything but Catholicism.
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I am one of those who follow Robin’s observations fairly closely, although her infrequency is often puzzling and frustrating. I found this account to be perplexing as she acknowledges the heterodox and often heretical streams within Catholicism and Protestantism, but somehow she sees such chaos within Catholicism as proof of it being the one true church by being the recipient of spiritual warfare. Could not the same be the explanation of chaos within Protestantism? It is very sloppy thinking, and I say this as a Protestant who knows many believing Catholics.
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And then the most amazing thing happened. I was sitting there during Mass, a bit irritated by the parishioners chit-chatting, when I felt something so strongly, that my body seized up. It was this Force of nature, something I had never experienced in my life, never anywhere, not even with the Protestants. I started sobbing. It was all too much. I flew out of the church and into the bathroom, crying and gasping for breath. I spoke to God right then and there, “What is going on? Is that You?” And I realized that Jesus was really there in the Eucharist, and that, as much as I wanted to, I wasn’t leaving the Catholics any time soon.
I also learned why the Catholics were in such disarray. They had been attacked by a myriad of enemy forces.
Which is a contradiction of the very thing you claim. Rather than the contrivance called the Catholic Eucharist - which metaphysical misconstruance is not what the NT manifestly believed in - being a miracle food, the overall fruit of this faith is largely either cultic devotion or liberalism.
And rather than the wafer christ satisfying and keeping seeking souls Catholic. the flow by far has been Catholics leaving Catholicism mainly due to spiritually deficiency and finding life in evangelical churches.
Which type of persons testify to being far more unified in basic essential beliefs and core values than the fruit of Rome, whom she manifestly considers members in life and in death. See here .
As a former RC who become manifestly born again while being a weekly mass-going RC, thru deep repentance and evangelical faith, and who remained a weekly mass-and holy day RC for 6 years afterward, even serving as a CCD teacher and lector for some time, before being clearly led into evangelical fellowship in quick response to devout prayer, I know the difference btwn dead institutionalized religion and living faith
And that Rome is the most manifest deformation of the NT church.
As far as your experience: "this Force more powerful than anything I had ever known before. It was as though Something was taking hold of me," that made you fly "out of the church and into the bathroom, crying and gasping for breath," I see that is a demonic imitation, too similar to what can be seen in occultism. Such as,
At another time, whilst sitting in meditation, there appeared before me a figure of Master K. H., bearing a child on His arm.... It was this love that was the central point in the experience. I have never before or since felt anything like it. It was overwhelming in its strength and virility, and at the same time in its softness and tenderness. It was mighty and holy and overflowingly full of life and reality and force. It was something beyond merely human capacity; mighty without violence, sweet without weakness; unique, and yet so natural.
Of course I cannot describe it, of course I cannot remember - or better, recall it. I remember that it was, but not how it was, as, in after years, one remembers that some excruciating pain was once suffered, but the pain itself does not emerge again from the past. All I know now is that, since that time, I can laugh at any ordinary talk about love, even the highest and holiest descriptions. All love that I have heard about, or read about, or have seen manifested, or have been able to feel myself, is as a pale shadow of that great Love radiating from that picture... (My Occult Experiences; by Johan van Manen, F. T. S
Despite its faults, I exhort you to find a balanced evangelical church in your area, and consider that Catholic distinctives are not what is manifest in the only wholly inspired record of what the NT church believed (including how they understood the gospels)