Yes! Well, used to be Protestant.
Kind of a Protestant in Name Only. He grew up Presbyterian but fell away while serving in the Marines. When we were first married, I was kind of floating and didn’t really care what religion we were.
I started attending a Presbyterian church and asked him many questions about it that he could not answer. We were going for about six months when I requested that my daughter be baptised. They told me that I had to be accepted into their community. It would take a year. I showed where I had been coming (and donating) every Sunday. They wouldn’t budge on the year.
I appealed to the Female Assistant Pastor, stating that all I wanted was for my daughter to be baptized in my Christening gown. In a year, It would be too small. Still they wouldn’t budge.
At the end of my street was a Catholic church. I was walking my daughter to the Post Office and stopped to see if they would do it. The lady told me that I would have to wait two weeks. TWO WEEKS! Now this may sound shallow to you, but it was very important to me. I felt it was a sign from God.
When we moved north, I found a very traditional parish. The Pastor asked what my husband thought of attending there. I said, “Oh he’s Presbyterian. He doesn’t care.”
Without a single bit of judgement, Father said, “Please tell him that he is welcome here anytime and if he feels out of place when we all go up to communion, he can come and receive a blessing.”
Well, my husband said that he had never been told this by anyone. He attended a few masses and began to pick up his Bible again. Last year he attended RCIA and was welcomed into the church. Now he is an Usher.
You may look at us as being immature in our faith. I’ve been told this before, but I feel that God has led us here. Spending time in different Protestant churches (before and after marriage) has made me cautious about the way some Catholics handle devotions. Pitifully, some Catholics do give the whole Mary thing a bad name, going way farther than even the church says. I don’t kiss statues and when I say my Rosary, I stick with the Sorrowful Mysteries (the Passion) That’s just me.
But we’re happy and content walking in the Steps of Christ. He is invited to our dinner table every night. He knows what is right for us. If His message comes through a Priest or any other Holy Person, I know He loves me.
Gradually, by the grace of God, he was led from darkness to light. And in doing so, he guided me and our children back to God and His word and the sure knowledge of our salvation by the faith of Jesus Christ alone.
"Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage." -- Galatians 5:1