She was raised Pentecostal and I was raised Catholic. We had some wonderful conversations about our faith.
She had always been told how Catholicism was of the devil, but she loved me and always treated me with respect.
Towards the end of her life she said to me that she finally realized that we were not all that different in our love of Jesus.
A friend of hers gave her a crucifix which she cherished.
She didn't become Catholic and I never became Pentecostal, but that doesn't matter.
I have never met anyone who was as clearly as holy as she was in her daily life.
At the end of her life she was nearly blind and very hard of hearing, but she thanked God that she had no physical pain.
Her one goal was to see the face of Jesus.
I have no doubt at all that she succeeded.
She sounds a wonderful example of faith, Slyfox.
I am not here to advocate for Catholic or Protestant...just Jesus.
Thanks for sharing the lovely story and god bless you.
I have never met anyone who was as clearly as holy as she was in her daily life.I have a friend like that too. In fact she was my Sunday School teacher (Missouri Synod Lutheran). She is still living (but quite old). When I initially mentioned her goodness to my husband [he had met and spoken with Caroline a few times before], he said, "I agree! Just imagine what type of Catholic she'd make!" :)