A conversion is never an old story... just the beginning of many. We are all growing, learning to love the Lord and strengthening our faith. This story was on the work of the holy spirit... and we know, it never comes back empty.
Someone has read this, dropped to their knees and finally asked the Lord to show them... if he’s there. I don’t have to see it, I know.
Do the scriptures mean the same to you as when you were a child?
When you see a lady take care of her huge, end stage Alzheimer’s husband... alone, for years... does it grow your faith? Do you ask if you would be able to have that strength if tested? If you see a kid praying as he’s taken out of his house by the social worker because of drunkeness and fighting of his parents... does it talk to your soul? Do you silently pray for the family as well then?
When you see the homeless ask for change, do you invite them to eat at your home... or spend the night?
Have you seen a butcher or grocer that gives food to a hungry family, knowing they couldn’t get the money to pay them back? And they’re not religious at all? Would you ask how he could survive doing that or offer the family money?
All of these grow your faith, at least are opportunities to practice it; These are also conversions. Not just realizing God has blessed you and why some suffer more than others... our Lord suffered himself, but why we don’t do more.
Strange that the gentlemen in the story was converted(?) to Catholicism form reading a book of Desert Fathers writings and not by a personal testimony of a current Serious Catholic.