Stan Weber What could change the faith of a Catholic from birth (and former altar boy) in his 38th year?  The answer is the grace and power of God and His Word, the Holy Scriptures!  Once a fiercely independent electrical engineer, successful businessman, married fifteen years with two children, I had gotten myself into financial Read More

Jennifer Irvine 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 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

For 26 years Colonel John Kuspa served his country faithfully and with distinction. Colonel Kuspa was a graduate of the US Military Academy at West Point and veteran of the Vietnam war. He received his doctorate in nuclear engineering and served in the Pentagon on the Joint Staff on NATO nuclear policy. Being raised in 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

John M. Turack (Lt. Col., USAF Ret.) During the terrible holocaust in the middle of the 20th century, the Germans employed trains to carry Jews and their sympathizers to their physical destruction.  A few were saved.  From birth, we are all on a religious train bound for eternal destruction.  It is the course of events Read More

Randy M.  Bourgeois Born on the Bayou What a blessing to be born and raised in the heart of Cajun country on Bayou Lafourche in south Louisiana USA.  On the bayou, there is ample opportunity to grow and learn in one of the richest cultures of our blessed United States of America.  Here in Cajun Read More

By Greg James One of the most gut-wrenching and painful things I have had to face in my life has been the confrontation between the doctrines and claims of my Catholic faith and the Word of God as found in the Holy Scriptures. While far from perfect, I tried my best to be a good Read More

Robert Emmet Holmes Being a carnal Catholic is having the best of both worlds, or so I thought.  However, my carnality and my religion were both taking me to hell.  The Catholic Church is like “…the way of an adulterous woman; she eateth, and wipeth her mouth, and saith, I have done no wickedness.”[1]  My Read More

Joseph Bergamini As I write this, I am in a prison cell.  I write this for the glory of God, for it is He alone that is worthy.  I write this with a heavy heart for Catholics.  There are many Catholics in this prison.  Many of my friends are Catholic.  I write this to sincere Read More

Anthony “Tony” Carosi Learning to be a Good Catholic Boy On March 7, 1960, I was born to Guido Luigi Carosi, and Mary Louise (Ruffo) Carosi at 49th and Lancaster Sts. in the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  My family was Italian-American and devoutly Roman Catholic.  Soon after my birth, I was baptized into the Church.  Read More

Johanna Alexander In January of 1949, not long after the Second World War, I was born in Holland.  My father was a Roman Catholic, but my mother had no religious preference though she had attended a Evangelical Sunday school in her younger years.  Mother’s father was an atheist, and her mother was possibly a Methodist.  Before Read More

Joe Flahive As I share the most amazing event in my life, I would like to interject along the way truths I have found from verses in the Bible, which explain the utter despair of my early life, indeed anyone’s life—apart from true faith in the Person of Jesus Christ and the amazing peace and Read More

Barbara Ann Merz I was born in 1953 in Brooklyn, New York, to Sicilian-American parents, who brought me to church about a month later to be baptized into the Roman Catholic “religion.” Raised a Catholic As a young child on Long Island, New York, I constantly felt drawn toward anything related to God. I cherished Read More

Paul Smith My name is Paul; I am the eleventh child of a large Roman Catholic Family, which totaled fourteen children—seven boys and seven girls.  Some of my earliest memories include my parents walking us up to Saint Mary’s Church, which was one block up the street from our house.  We would file into the 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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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