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Thou Knowest That I love Thee – Juan T. Sanz

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 Read More

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My ‘Damascus Road’ – Francisco Lacueva

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, Read More

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I Received Mercy – Edoardo Labanchi

The only religion of which I had any knowledge was that of the Roman Catholic Church. So I decided to become a priest and joined the Jesuit order. My superiors seemed to be quite satisfied with me, and I was admitted to take the vows that are usually taken only after two years of probation. Read More

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From the Monastery to the Ministry – José Borras

Father, you must start a campaign against the Protestants. They are growing more and more,” said Sister Dolores, a nun in a cloister where I went on Sundays to say Mass and preach. I was a young priest and teacher in a school of Spain when the nun asked me Sunday after Sunday to do Read More

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There Is Power in Christ’s Atoning Blood – Simon Kottoor

The love of Christ compels me to give testimony to my conversion from the Roman Catholic priesthood to the born-again life in Jesus Christ. For twenty-five years I was a Roman Catholic priest, strictly following the rituals of a system that enveloped me as a huge and indomitable fortress of darkness and ignorance of the Read More

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I Found Everything When I Found Christ – Anthony Pezzotta

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 Read More

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Why I Left the Monastery – Miguel Carvajal

It was four o’clock in the morning. I put as much clothing and other articles as possible into a suitcase. My decision to leave the monastery had been made. I carefully opened the door of my room without turning on a light, because it might be harmful to me personally if I were discovered slipping Read More

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An Irresistible Call – Cipriano Valdes Jaimes

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 Read More