I was born and raised Southern Baptist. I was taught to read the Bible from a very early age. I went to Sunday School class after every service. I quit going to church in my 20s but always read the Bible. Used to get drunk to gospel music, especially Hank Williams gospel. I always believed in the Good Lord, but knew there had to be more to being Christian than going to church and listening to a fire and brimestone preacher telling me I was going to hell if I didn’t change my ways. Got married to a Catholic gal in the early 80s and both daughters were raised Catholic. I would go to all the cathacism classes with them and discussed the Bible. I would occasionally attend Mass but didn’t understand what was going on. I got a divorce in the late 90s, met a very devout Catholic lady and would occasionally go to Mass with her. I got to know a lot of people in church and was taken back by how friendly they were, especially a friend who ended up being my sponsor and who also headed the RCIA class. We met for a few months and read the Bible, discussing scripture. Then RCIA class started and last for 6 months. He was surprised that I already knew a lot of scripture and of course it was because I was brought up reading the Bible. He was also a convert, who had been in and out of various Christian denominations, before, as he put it “I finally found the one I was looking for in the Catholic Church, it took me a lifetime but I found it”. On Easter Saturday 2008 I was accepted into the Catholic Church. I have tried to live the faith. It’s not easy being a good Catholic. This was all explained to me by my friend who sponsored me into the Church. He also said a lot of people would make fun of me for being Catholic and I would lose some friends. Both have been the case, but the real friends supported me. I struggle every day with my faith, but with the Grace of God I try my best, and that’s all God wants in us. To try our best, and He will always be there to pick us up when we fall.