The Bible was Always Precious to Me In the Church of Rome the Bible is a sealed book, but it was not so with me. I found it precious to my heart when I was a little boy, and when I became a priest of Rome I read it to make me a strong man…

I made the decision to become a priest out of a deep conviction. I wanted to go as a missionary to the unexplored islands of the Papuas to bring them the message of God, the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I thought that I was well acquainted with all the difficulties that were waiting there for…

My life was tossed about by different opinions and driven here and there by every wind of doctrine (Ephesians 4:14), until I found Jesus the Rock and Cornerstone (Matthew. 21:42, Acts 4:11, Ephesians. 2:20, I Peter 2:6-7), or rather, until Jesus, my glorious Lord and Savior, found me. I can now say with David, “He…

The truth shall make you free” (John 8:32). The truth of Jesus’ Gospel has set millions of people free from their sins, burdens, and worries. This is clear proof that the unadulterated Word of the Holy Scriptures is still “the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth” (Romans 1:16). The story of my…

When in former days in the monastery they came to wake us, they would knock at the door while calling “Blessed be the name of Jesus Christ,” and the response would be “Forever and ever, Amen.” Only then would the caller take it as a sign that we had heard the knock and were awake.…

I was born blind, not only physically but also spiritually in 1899, in one of the most mountainous and inaccessible regions of Asturias, rightly called the “Spanish Switzerland.” My parents were devout Roman Catholics who had the faith of the “coal man” mentioned by St. Teresa of Avila, that is, they believed implicitly everything that…

I was born April 28, 1930, in Somosiera (Madrid), Spain), the eighth child in a Roman Catholic family. I felt the call to the priesthood when I was thirteen, while listening to a sermon during the Mass (March 19, 1943). For economical reasons, I did not enter the minor seminary of the Diocese of Madrid…

I was born in Viscaia, Spain, on the 9th of April 1925. At age eleven I lost my father, a victim of the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939). Some uncles, sincere, yet deceived, set me on the road to studying for the priesthood. I was ordained a priest on the 24th of September 1949. Although for…

It all began in 1964, in Chile, while I was a missionary in the Congregation of the Oblate Fathers of Mary Immaculate and ended in Canada in 1966. What happened between these two dates? The salvation of my soul. I had wanted to give myself to Him. I had really thought to have already done…

My parents were converts to Catholicism in their early adulthood.  As a result, I was born a “cradle-Catholic” and into a family that dutifully followed every requirement set upon good and faithful Catholics by the pope.  No questions were publicly asked of the rights or wrongs of his pronunciations, even when following such rulings resulted…

I was a young priest and teacher in a school of Spain when the nun asked me Sunday after Sunday to do something against the Protestants. “They are deceiving the simple people, and with material gifts they are winning many good persons for their heretical group,” the nun said. Willing to defend the Gospel of…

“…Can the blind lead the blind? shall theynot both fall into the ditch?” (Luke 6:39)My name is Salvatore Gargiulo. I was converted to the Gospel of the Lord Jesus in 1977, and I am now serving Him in the same place where I previously followed the calling of a Roman Catholic priest. My conversion came…

The Lord Teaches Me I “baptized” many infants, pouring water on their heads. I, officiated at public processions in honor and veneration of dead “saints,” holding their wooden images, even thought the second commandment of God strictly forbids even the making of graven images. I offered the daily Mass, which I falsely believed was the…

I was born of Roman Catholic parents on the 28th of September 1911, in San Celoni, province of Barcelona, Spain. My father died in 1918 at an early age during the influenza epidemic that visited so many homes in my country. I was only six, and my mother had to work hard from then on,…

The Early Years Born Irish, in a family of eight, my early childhood was fulfilled and happy. My father was a colonel in the Irish Army until he retired when I was about nine. As a family, we loved to play, sing, and act, all within a military camp in Dublin. We were a typical…

I believe that it is God’s will that we who have found spiritual healing through Christ should speak out and testify about this to others, God’s purpose being that of touching others through those He has already touched. The Cry of Heresy My conversion from Romanism to Christ did not come about in a moment…

Into the Light and Out of the Darkness The questions I am always asked are, “How did it happen that you have turned to the Lord and become a Bible believer, after having been a Roman Catholic priest for many years? Did you read any Protestant books? Did you approach a Protestant pastor to seek…

I was born in 1910 to poor but devout Roman Catholic parents living in northern Italy. Following my ordination by Cardinal Rossi, June 29, 1935, I was sent to the United States. A few years after I came to this country, I received a table radio as a birthday gift. To my surprise and joy,…

Painful yoga, endless meditation before candles, hours of labor, empty fasts and undue emphasis on community life that diminished individuality, made me realize that I had joined one of the strictest religious orders for priests. When I joined the order, I was not aware of the differences between secular and regular clergy in the Roman Catholic…

At the age of twenty-three, I was a successful commercial artist on the verge of going abroad where a job was awaiting me. I was happy at the prospect of leaving India and, thereby, also escaping the terrible anguish caused of seeing the misery of the poor in the streets of Bombay. Political saviors like…

You and I have no doubt seen at one time or another a man dressed in a long black or white robe, walking along with his hands folded and with a serene expression on his face. Our first thought may have been that we were looking at a “ god, dressed like a man,” to…

I was born in Vicenza, Italy, in 1917. At the age of eleven I entered the Franciscan College to study for the Priesthood. After my ordination I became the pastor of a small mountain parish of Castagnara. In 1954 I was transferred to a larger parish in the city of Chieti. Then Bishop Piasentini invited…

I remember on one occasion working in a hayfield from morning until evening under a burning sun, and then, weary and with my skin seeming on fire, going off to a clear blue pool in a shaded woodland to throw off my sweaty clothes and to bathe in the refreshing waters, which were like a…

After years of traveling a road set before me from birth, the words of Jesus Christ taken from John 14:6, “I am the way, the truth and the life” put me on a completely new path. My life has been eternally changed and the darkness of deception has been turned to the light of uncompromising truth.…

While studying theology in England, I began to have serious doubts concerning certain doctrines of my Church, which I found difficult to reconcile with Scripture. These doubts continued to trouble me even after my ordination, but I endeavored to smother them by plunging into my studies and teaching assignments. My schedule was so heavy that…

What great relief and heavenly peace came into my soul when Christ found me, a lost sinner! I was born of Roman Catholic parents in Wolseley, Saskatchewan, Canada and brought up strictly in the Roman Catholic faith. From early youth I was trying to be good, yet falling progressively into sin. With the rest of…

My blessed mother, who died some years back, was such a good woman. She was very gentle and quiet. Is not this the most beautiful ornament with which a woman can adorn herself? (I Peter 3:3-4) She was also a zealous woman and skillful in family ways, supervising the running of the household. She was…

My name is Joseph Lulich. I am glad to be able to share with you what the grace of God has done in my life. I speak to you as an older man who has lived most of his life as an ex-Roman Catholic priest, one who once served faithfully and sincerely the Roman church…

Millions—perhaps the majority—of Roman Catholics are Catholic by name, by culture, or by inertia. Our family, however, was Roman Catholic by conviction. We understood and practiced the teachings of our religion. We believed it to be the “one true church” founded by Jesus Christ. Because of this, we accepted without question everything our priests taught. In…

As practicing Catholics, we dedicated half an hour each Sunday to attending Mass, but religion really played a minor part in our family. As a teenager, I was ashamed of my Catholic beliefs, avoiding going to church whenever I could. Then something happened that changed the direction of my life. Suffering to Get to Heaven…

I was born and raised on a farm in West Limerick, Ireland, and the memories of my childhood are happy ones. The youngest of seven children (three sisters and three brothers), I had lots of relatives to visit or to receive as visitors on Sundays after Mass. No one ever missed Mass on Sunday in…

From the youngest age, my mother’s father, who was very devoted to religious practices, used to take me to the Catholic solemn rites in the Mother Church. Even before I was 7 years of age, I regularly attended parish instruction on the catechism. On one occasion an obese priest spoke to us, full of energy…

I have found that there is no foundation in the gospel for the dogmas of the Roman Catholic Church. Such a statement from the lips of the Rev. Father Luis Padrosa, dressed in his priest’s robes, left the evangelical pastor, Samuel Vila, whose advice he sought in that first memorable interview, almost speechless, with astonishment.…

I went to a Catholic church in a small town. Not knowing what course to take, I entered the church. The lamp was burning in front of the high altar. I tiptoed along the aisle, and then decided to go through a side door that led into a silent courtyard. I had no place to…

I was born in Belle, Antiequio, Colombia, on June 22, 1942. I first went to school in the Institute Manuel Jose Caicido taught by the Christian Brothers, an order whose work is teaching children. Here I studied six years. After this, I studied in the school of the Salesian Fathers for five years. My last…

“All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works.” (II Timothy 3:16-17) From childhood to age forty-four, seventeen years as a Roman priest (1955-1972), the Roman Catholic Church had…

I have seen Roman Catholicism at work on three continents. I have ridden with cardinals in their luxurious limousines past the saluting Swiss Guards and through the Damascus Gate of the Vatican, leading to the Pontiff’s private apartments. I have watched while a pope died, saw him buried, and his successor elected and crowned. I…

God Meant It for Good Often we may look back on our lives and wonder why certain things happened to us in life’s journey. God’s Word says “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts” (Isaiah 55:9). You know it…

I Sought a High Grade with God Looking back upon those years, I can now recognize the real motive behind it all. What I was really seeking was God’s approval and an assurance in my heart that I would make the grade and be worthy to enter God’s heaven when I died. I had no…

“There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit” (Romans 8:1). A Pious Desire Many years ago, when I decided to become a priest in the Roman Catholic Church, I wanted to walk with Christ. However, because I was born a…

I was born in Rigand County in the province of Vaudreuil, Quebec, Canada. I was the ninth child of ten children; there being eight boys and two girls. My parents were exceedingly devout Roman Catholics. They were good, moral, sober, and industrious people who did their best to raise their children for God and country,…

Ceylon When I arrived in Ceylon, not yet an ordained priest, I was sent to work in a college before starting my theological studies. The Jesuits have a long period of training. Very soon I became greatly disillusioned at the lack of any zeal on the part of the Catholic missionaries to convert the heathen.…

Our little house at Mesoraca was situated in a hamlet called “Filippa” which was not very far from the monastery of the Franciscan Friars, located on top of a beautiful hill. It was there that I as a child went with my family to hear Mass. Majesty and Monastery I remember one particular morning I…

Search for Truth From childhood on, I looked restlessly for reality and certainty. In my youthful opinion, it was through the priesthood that I could best experience truth and salvation for the soul. A schoolteacher once said to me, “It is more difficult for a priest to be lost than for a stone to float…

After nineteen years of continual, threatened shipwreck in the Roman Catholic priesthood, on the 15 of April 1956, I arrived on the tranquil shores of peace with God through Jesus Christ. Among the reasons for leaving my native Spain was the call of American bishops in the face of the avalanche of Protestantism in Latin…

I began my Catholic journey in a little country town in northern California in the U.S.A. The town was so small that we did not have Mass every Sunday, but a priest used to come once a month if he possibly could to hold Mass in a big public hall. I have both an older…

And so it was, my life commenced in rural Alberta with two older brothers, John and Peter, both now deceased; and then later, two younger sisters, Gloria and Agnes, both still living.  That was my first birth; it would be many years later before I would experience my second birth, my birth from above—my spiritual…

I would never have believed that I would leave the Roman Catholic Church, even less the priesthood. If someone had predicted it, I would have thought it impossible. I entered the Salesian Order at the age of fifteen, and in due time, I was ordained to the priesthood. I worked mainly with young people and…

As a child, I considered the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church as my basic standard of morality. My relationship to my Creator depended on them—or so I was told. The message I received was that I was all right with God as long as I was all right with the Church. I was all right…