This morning I'm a guest of host Gus Lloyd on "Seize the Day" on satellite radio's The Catholic Channel (Sirius 159, XM 117).

Welcome, visitors!  It's so nice to meet you.

I'm partnering with my good friends at The Maximus Group to join their list of Catholic speakers.  I have worked with members of TMG in the past and have found them to be very reliable and trustworthy.  Being added to their "roster", I am honored to be mentioned along such excellent company, and I'm looking forward to continuing ministry with the men and women at The Maximus Group.

You can see their profile page for me at this link.  Check back often, as I continue to add new speaking topics.

I told you the Audio CDs were on the way.  They finally arrived. If you go to my DVD and AudioCD tab (or click here), you will see the link to purchase a copy of my appearance on EWTN’s The Journey Home with Marcus Grodi.

Get a copy for yourself, or keep one around to give to someone curious about the Church. A portion of your purchase will go towards the expansion of Polycarp Ministries and its vision of evangelization.

Many of you have emailed me asking when my DVDs would be available. Well, now they are. If you go to my DVD tab (or click here), you will see the link to purchase a copy of my appearance on EWTN’s The Journey Home with Marcus Grodi.

Get a copy for yourself, or keep one around to give to someone curious about the Church. A portion of your purchase will go towards the expansion of Polycarp Ministries and its vision of evangelization.

When my protestant friends learn that I am a Catholic layperson and no longer a Baptist pastor, the first question they ask is, “What turned you against the Baptist Church?” First of all there is no such thing as THE Baptist Church. Any Baptist theologian worth his salt knows that each local congregation is autonomous (self governed) and part of the invisible, universal Church. Baptists are united through commonly held beliefs and financial support of missions, but those ties are not considered binding. But autonomy didn’t turn me against Baptists. I haven’t been turned against Christian Protestants. I’m not bitter toward my past at all (a charge normally leveled at converts from ANY group, religious or otherwise).

My journey into the Catholic Church is all about being led to the fullness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. It is as much a part of my Christian testimony as when I first committed my life to Jesus Christ. Over the next few days I want to share some of the ways in which God led me to Catholicism. I do this for 2 reasons:

1.) To provide seekers one more example of someone who was (and is) on a similar journey.
2.) To make myself available to help those considering the Catholic Church, or who would like help in understanding why Protestants do/say the things they do.

Feel free to email me at any time with your comments, questions, or suggestions for what you’d like to see here.

Almost all of my life I have been a Southern Baptist. My family attended a Methodist church until I was 7, then we went Baptist and never looked back. I never really had reason to doubt the validity of baptist doctrine. After all, it was through the preaching of a baptist evangelist that God drew me to a relationship with Jesus Christ. My life revolved around church (and still does). I knew that when the doors were opened, I was probably supposed to be there for something. Choir, youth, worship, missions, outreach, prayer, and the list goes on and on and on. Add school athletics, clubs, and friends (study fits in there somewhere, right?) and you have 1 very busy teen. And I was surrounded by awesome Christian examples. They taught me to put my relationship with Jesus Christ above anything else. What a great foundation! After HS, I took my faith and my zeal to college at one of the nation’s premier private universities. Even getting there was a miracle. God gave me a full ride when even the ones closest to me told me that attending that school would never happen.

In college my faith grew to a new level because 1.) God was providing for my every need just like He said He would, and 2). I had three great roomies who GRILLED me on every point of doctrine to which I held, not because they disagreed (although sometimes we did) but because they wanted me to know WHAT & WHY I believe. Often I had no defense for my beliefs. I had just assumed things to be true because i trusted those who had taught me. [buzzer - sorry, thanks for playing] When you are in college, especially as a x-er (or am I supposed to type X-0r to be kewl?), you learn that “just because” is never the right answer. So I started to study everything to make sure that I could defend my beliefs. I promised myself that I must be the one to conform myself to truth and not the other way around. There could only be one TRUTH. Everyone can’t be right at the same time. Somebody had to be wrong and it can’t be me (at least not for long). SO I settled on a Christian studies major, a history minor, and a Greek minor. God’s Providence: these three disciplines would prove to be my undoing as a protestant.

Being a Christian Studies major was a blast. It exposed me to so much truth and made me hungry not only to know truth, but also to teach it. College gave me a desire to teach others. It also prepared me to formulate and defend my opinions. I soon learned that the hot debate on campus was over Calvinism, and that one of my room mates was the leader of the Calvinist front. If you’re not familiar with the debate, email me and I’ll explain it to you. Therefore I was enrolled in the debate as well, and I loved every minute of it. I poured so much time and effort into Scripture study, history, theology, and loads of prayer because I was determined that I would not be proven wrong by ANYONE. I started in the con position, which pleased both of us, and allowed us to sharpen our rhetorical skills. However, as I studied to prove Calvinists wrong in their soteriology, I began to see that my arguments did not hold water.

My shallow theology was being broadened by my studies and I began to see the richness of God’s grace. After about 1.5 yrs I came to the conclusion that the Reformed argument was more in line with the early church than was the Arminian position. I realized that most baptists I knew were non-reformed, and as if that weren’t enough, few had any clue as to what Baptists have historically believed (the Baptist founders were mostly Calvinists). This problem could not be allowed to stand. I had a new goal in life: make all Baptists “go back” to historical Baptist/Reformed theology. For the remainder of my college career I fought hard to correct the “historical myopia” of my classmates, ministry friends, professors, and family. My methods were not always “seasoned with salt” and often fueled by pride rather than love. I made a lot of people mad, and gained the respect of a few others. Through the controversy, however, I gained a sense of identity and purpose. “If I could only get people to see that they are missing 500 years of Protestant Christian history/theology,” I would think to myself, “churches would be transformed and the world would see God’s grace for the depth and wonder it posesses.” Indeed.

In the middle of all this Calvinism (actually in the middle of my investigation of it) I met my wife. My senior year in HS I told myself I was not going to spend my college life looking for a woman. I would be friends with lots of women and treat them as sisters, but I would busy myself with the task to which God had called me. When He was ready for me to have somebody, He would bring her to me and open my eyes just like He did for Adam in the garden. Well, guess what? That’s exactly what happened. My freshman year was filled with late nights at coffee houses and movies (I must have studied during the day), and I met tons of people. I even met this girl who liked to slap her playing cards on the table when she played Nertz. I can only remember a couple of “dates” with girls but it was more just treating a good friend to dinner and a movie. My eyes were closed.

That summer, while working as a youth-camp dorm manager, it happened. Knock, Knock, Knock. I opened the door and there she was, the card slapper! She was a camp nurse needing to give a student his insulin. My eyes were opened and it was as if God were saying, “Here she is. Can I make it any more obvious?” I don’t even remember if I showed her the guy’s dorm, but I do remember inviting her over for an elegant dinner of hamburger helper (cheeseburger macaroni!) and creamed corn that my co-worker and I had made. Maybe it was the onions, or maybe it was romance, but we became fast friends and I knew she was the one. Listen, when a girl will watch The Godfather and Monty Python: Search for the Holy Grail in 1 night, hang on to her! After much prayer, I told her how I felt, and we began a ministry of praying for each other so we would know what to do.

I remember the first time I met her father. His first question for me was literally, “Are you a Calvinist?” I didn’t even fully understand the term at that time, so I admitted that to him. I think he said something about seeking truth (which was and is my goal) and we engaged in small talk. So, fast forward to Nov. 1995. I proposed to her in the library because it was so windy outside (and we had papers to finish. I think I got a B+). Don’t laugh. She thought it was sweet. We were married in December 1996, just 1 month after her parents came into the Church (my attempt at forshadowing), and she has been with me on this journey 100%. She is the greatest support and friend I’ve ever had, not to mention a great mother to our daughters. I thank God every day for this card-slapping woman (then a baptist as I was) who had such an important role in my conversion.

I’ve never been adept at learning foreign languages, but for some reason Greek came fairly easy to me. I became so fond of Greek that I minored in it and took as many classes as I could. Studying the language opened my eyes to the depths of Scripture. It showed me how easily tools like interlinear texts and language concordances (like Strong’s) can be misused, leading to egregious theological error. Without a proper understanding of Greek language, writer/audience culture, and the historical context in which something was written you can really get into trouble. By the way, if you haven’t studied Koine or Classical Greek, you’re missing out. Not only is this a great apologetics tool, but also a wonderful aid to understanding of God’s Word (In addition to most of the NT being written in Greek, the OT of Christ’s time was a greek translation of the Hebrew Scriptures called the Septuagint or LXX). It’s also a way to see what Aesop’s Fables REALLY say.

Studying Greek helped me to learn and apply sound hermeneutical principles so that I was not trying to interpret Scripture according to my own presuppositions (or at least admitting them up front). In fact, our professor would pick difficult passages in order to challenge our thinking, and then he would play devil’s advocate. This solidified good thinking, logical presentation/defense, and sound interpretation skills.

As a side note here, dispensational eschatology fell like a brick, and I realized that I had made critical errors in my assumptions about the end times. What a scary thing to be sitting in a pew and hear a minister (not just Baptists) telling you what “this word in the Greek” means, and then to hear him apply a meaning you know is nowhere near the word’s meaning or context. It didn’t happen often, but often enough to make me want to ALWAYS be sure I understood the passage in its context before I taught it. I took (and still take) the stricter judgement on teachers, as explained in the Bible, very seriously. As a result I read and studied everything as if my life depended on it. That doesn’t mean I didn’t make mistakes, but I knew what was required of me.

Greek did something else for me. In the advanced classes, we translated extra-biblical literature. We were sharpened in our language skills because nobody could fudge a translation simply because he/she had an english scripture memorized (and that is soooooooo easy to notice, and a bad practice to adopt). We translated Aesop, the Didache (teaching of the 12 Apostles), and even some of the Church Fathers. It was this step in my growth that made me want to know what the ancient Church REALLY looked like, especially after learning that the LXX contained the deuterocanonical books Protestants call “apocrypha”, and also after reading the practices and theology of the Church in writings like 1 Clement, and the Didache. They didn’t sound very Baptist to me and that made me uncomfortable. AND I found my hero, St. Polycarp (who is now my patron saint, along with St. Clement). What an awesome testimony to Jesus Christ! If you haven’t read about these guys, shame on you.

I told a friend last night that there would be times when my conversion story would have flashbacks. Today is such a day. I can’t pass over how I got to college because it contains a principle that has sustained me for years. God provides for the needs of His children. If God intends for you to do something, He will provide the means for you to accomplish it. Learning that principle as a 6th grader in a comfortable blue-collar family is one thing, but applying it when the odds are stacked up is another. As a HS junior, I knew that God wanted me for lifetime service to Him as some type of minister (at that time i only knew of 4 possibilities: pastor, youth pastor, missionary, and music leader), so I needed to find a Christian college to prepare me. My parents explained to me that they could not afford to send me there, even though I knew they wanted to with all their heart, but I insisted on visiting the school.

The minute I stepped foot on campus I knew this was where God wanted me. I toured the place and started making plans to attend by filling out an application. My parents reminded me on the way home that this was out of their price range, but I was convinced of the aforementioned principle. I told them in no uncertain terms that if God wanted me to go, he would provide every penny to get me there (even if His plan included me doing menial labor for minimum pay). I remembered my hero, George Mueller (read the bio of this protestant saint and be encouraged), who trusted God with his orphanages so much that he sat his children at the table, knowing that somehow food would be provided (and they had just run out of both food and funds the night prior). God provided a bakery that made too much bread and a milk truck that lost a wheel and needed to unload milk before it spoiled, AND a check from an unknown source. And George never told a soul of his need, no one but God. Everyone told me that examples like his were rare and that God was under no obligation to provide like that. This is true, but I also believed that it was rare because so few people trust in Him enough to see His hand move like that. So I trusted God to provide my way, convinced that this was where He wanted me, and still nobody believed me.

I applied for every scholarship and grant that I might qualify for, and they all refused me. My admissions counselor advised me to apply for the presidential scholarship which paid full tuition for 4 years. “Yeah, right” I could hear people think. I barely qualifed to fill out the application with my 3.58 GPA and 28 ACT. I just kept praying, “God if you want me there, I know you’ll provide.” Friends and family reminded me that time was running out to apply for the University of Tennessee or a community college, but I held on. Weeks later I got a call asking me to come for an interview. I was a finalist!

To make this story shorter: I interviewed and later received a scholarship that nobody thought I could get (tuition paid), I found a job as an RA working for the kindest, most generous man I’ve ever met (utilities, books, food, misc. paid), and my parents offered to pay my housing (are you getting this?). God had provided every penny and so much more and my faith was greatly strengthened. My freshman year, the scholarship requirements were increased to a level for which I wouldn’t have qualified (talk about God’s perfect timing!). I could tell you all kinds of stories about how God has provided for me (and I probably will). He is the greatest! Trust Him with your circumstances. Seek and fulfill His plan for your life. He will not abandon you.