They call me (I guess they call us) "Clueless."
But at age 54 and after 33 years directly in the labors, I have yet to have the first RC approach me with interest in my soul.
What I am talking about is common people (not web sites, etc.) who are neighbors, or colleagues, etc., who are RC, actually attempting to talk with me about my need of Christ (not even my need of Mary, if that is so important to them), with any burden for me as an individual.
Not even my own RC aunts, uncles, and cousins have tried to convince me of any "virtues" of being "Catholic." I was a prime target in my earlier years, and my own dad, at that time an RC, would have defended any of their attempts had they made them.
Then my dad crossed the Tiber in the other direction in 1975, called me at my Air Force barracks where I was stationed, to tell me that he had the previous day become a Christian. Dad meant that he had believed the Gospel of the Grace of God, and had been born again by the Spirit through faith in Jesus Christ as his sin-bearer and only hope of eternal life."
My own dad then witnessed to me of saving grace in Jesus Christ. I was saved about 18 months later.
You own dad witnessing to you! Makes your relationship even more special.
YEP. I find myself in good company. ; )
But at age 54 and after 33 years directly in the labors, I have yet to have the first RC approach me with interest in my soul.
Yep again. It ain't their gig. Dunno why. It is a thing most important to Protestants/Evangelicals/Fundamentalists... across the board.
My own dad then witnessed to me of saving grace in Jesus Christ. I was saved about 18 months later.
Praise God! Ain't it great the way the Spirit works?
I have been having trouble praising God here lately... It is really a dumb thing, as he has healed me greatly... no question of His Hand... But my prayers have been rather business-like, and I haven't had the closeness in Spirit that I am normally used to...
I confessed it to Him night before last... Told Him I knew it was a problem, and I asked Him to give me some help in that regard.
My sister called me the next morning, woke me up... and I couldn't shut her up... She was FULL of the Praise of the Lord... And the elders stopped by unannounced, speaking to me about Praising God... And later that night, I mis-clicked a link, which brought me to a YouTube version of a full choir singing Handel's Messiah (the Hallelujah Chorus)... And it keeps on going, and going...
Yahweh is SO good to me.
One wonders how it is for those that don't see Him working in their lives. I would not trade that intimacy for all the cathedrals in the world.
PRAISE GOD FOR HIS FAITHFULNESS!
Praise God!
My own dad then witnessed to me of saving grace in Jesus Christ. I was saved about 18 months later.
Praise God some more!