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. Read More

I was born in Broken Hill, New South Wales, Australia, during the Second World War. My parents were from several generations of Roman Catholics. I am the third of four daughters. This is a brief outline of my life and later conversion to the knowledge of salvation and the Lord Jesus Christ. When I was Read More

Richard Wozniak (Former Catholic) The first thing I try to do every morning when I wake up is to ask God what it is He will have me do for him. I pray that I will be a light for others so that through me they can see that He is present and I pray Read More

My father is an atheist; my mother is a Christian. I was born in Kansas in 1978, and I cannot remember ever seriously doubting the existence of God. A s a child, my spiritual influences were my mother and her parents. I remember my mother, quietly reading her Bible in her recliner, and as the Read More

“As a Roman Catholic I have always been a Christian and when I die God will judge me by the good I have done in my life.” That is what I had believed from a child, until a school friend challenged me to rethink my belief and see what the Bible actually said. Polish Catholic Read More

As a child, I tried desperately to be good, yet constantly failed. I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in 1944 to a “good” Catholic family. Along with my older brother and sister, I went to Catholic grade school, high school, and college. I liked all the priests and nuns who taught us in our home Read More

I first heard the Gospel in 1968 when I worked at the King George the 5th Docks in Glasgow as a stevedore. One day, a young man by the name Tommy Lavery came to work in my gang, Tommy, being a blood-washed, born-again believer in Jesus Christ, lost no time proclaiming Jesus Christ as the Read More

Catholicism – A Family Tradition I was raised in a large family, the fifth born of six children. Each week I attended Catholic Church with my mom and siblings. My mom was the overseer of our religious education and Catholic upbringing. Even on vacations, she would faithfully load us up into the station wagon and Read More

As long as I can remember, I believed in God. I was brought up Roman Catholic and considered myself a Christian. Although I did not attend Catholic grade school, at age seven I was sent to catechism classes in preparation for my First Holy Communion. I did not understand what it was all about, but Read More

Faith, I was taught, meant trusting in the Holy Roman Catholic Church, never questioning what you were instructed and never challenging its sacred doctrines. Nuns and priests drilled this dictum into me repeatedly during my Catholic grade school education. Church hierarchy was an immovable force never to be questioned or challenged. Yet, as I grew Read More

Few people have ever loved or respected the Catholic Church more than me. As we lived just a stone’s throw from St. Dominic’s Church and school, my sister and I were raised in the church. Members of the Krause family, as far back as granddad could remember, were all good Catholics. We had a proud Read More

My family has always been closely knit together. I always knew my parents loved me and wanted the best for me. However, they were my parents; they were supposed to love me. Sundays were family days; we would get all dressed up and attend Catholic church together. Mass was only one hour in length, but Read More

I had never seriously studied the Scriptures and did not know anyone who did. I had seen my brother reading a Bible in his bed when we were boys, but when I had tried to read it, I often found myself more confused than before I began. However, there I was, looking for answers, stuck Read More

Like most boys in the Republic of Ireland in the 1980s I was brought up a Roman Catholic. My parents taught me to live a good life, say my prayers, and attend Mass every Sunday. I believed there was a God, but I did not know Him personally. I prayed as my mother taught me, Read More

I was born and raised in a suburb of Los Angeles, California. My father’s ancestors came from Ireland and we still have the original family name. My father was a steel worker and a Marine Corp veteran of the Korean War. My mother was a full-time homemaker and mother of seven children. We attended St. Read More

As a former devout Catholic, I am writing this testimony to point you to the light, which is Jesus Christ the Lord. Having been a Catholic believer when I was growing up, I thought that the way to salvation was obedience to the Roman Catholic teachings, which was not resting my confidence in Christ, but Read More

As a baby boomer, I was raised in a large Roman Catholic family during the 1950s and 60s in Los Angeles County, USA. I have many fond memories, and painful ones as well, of growing up Catholic. I was the middle child in a large close-knit family of nine children, and we were all educated Read More

I was born in 1966 on the tiny island of Malta, in the middle of the Mediterranean. My dear parents were hard-working people. Although my father was employed full-time, his salary was not sufficient to support the family, so he also worked as a farmer. My mother not only took care of the house and Read More

I was born in the United States, and upon the behest of my Catholic father, I attended a Catholic private elementary school in Maryland. Later, after I had moved there with my twin brother, I attended a Franciscan high school in the city of Szentendre, Hungary. My uncle, a Franciscan priest, was working in Switzerland. Read More

Born Polish; i.e., Born Catholic – The testimony of John (Paul Patrick) Kuspa I was raised the fifth of eight children (seven boys) of Polish-American parents in inner-city Detroit, Michigan, USA. I was born into a Roman Catholic heritage of many generations. My father had actually attended a Roman Catholic seminary for more than a Read More