I have been writing this story a dozen different ways from a dozen different starting points. After writing out my entire story long hand and letting it sit awhile, this is where I’ve decided to begin. This is after all a conversion story, or in my case a reversion story.
You see, I was born into a Catholic family, but not much was done to keep me clinging to my Catholic faith. I would stray from the narrow path slowly but surely. By the time I entered college, God was a distant thought; I still believed in His existence, but prayer and Mass attendance just didn’t seem to fit into my life at this point. The ways of the world seemed so much more exciting, a whole lot more fun, and they seemed to make a lot more sense.
During my Senior year in high school, I met the young man I would end up marrying 10 years later in 1991. It was during this ten year period in 1988 at the age of 24, that I would sever my ties with God completely for quite some time. May 10, 1988, the day before Mother’s Day, I made the horrible decision to end my child’s life through abortion. This fateful day, my baby died and in some ways so did I.
My life would continue in what I now refer to as a foggy, numbed state; I continued working as a teacher in our local public schools, and my boyfriend and I planned our wedding and married in October 1991. I remember during our engagement period going through the required Pre~Cana sessions and at times feeling that something wasn’t right; maybe this marriage was a mistake, but I shrugged that off as pre~wedding jitters. Things seemed to move along somewhat smoothly. In the area of religion, I fell into everything New Age; everything from crystals to Shirley MacLaine! The New Age philosophy got me off the hook for everything. It was all about me and nothing really about God, at least not as He really is.
In hindsight I also realize that I was searching for something, or rather Someone; I just didn’t know who or what it was at the time. My vision was very clouded, or as I have heard said before, “Sin makes you stupid!” That’s definitely true in my case.
As far as children were concerned, well in our worldly thinking, it never seemed like the right time. Life continued along what seemed like the road to nowhere special until I got a letter…
The Roadmap Disguised As A Letter
One day in March 2002, I received a letter from a friend. I had not heard from this young man in quite some time. He had been suffering from drug addiction for a good part of his young life. As the envelope was stamped with the name of a Pennsylvania County Jail, I knew his addiction had gotten him into some trouble.
When I opened the letter, the first line read, “Karin do yourself a favor and get a copy of a Bible and the Catechism of the Catholic Church.” My immediate reaction to that one line was to put the letter down. All I could think was, Oh no you don’t! I’m not going back to all that antiquated stuff; I have finally managed to “deprogram” myself from all of that. Well my curiousity got the better of me and I continued to read the rest of his letter. My friend’s proposal was that we read from these two books about an hour each day and discuss what we read in our letters. Well, I figured for the sake of our friendship, what the heck; if nothing else it will make for interesting letter writing.
And so it began, I began to read Scripture and the Catechism and my friend began to re-catechize me. It would go on like this for about a month and a half.
Then in one of my letters I told my friend that he asked good questions; he wrote back, “You don’t give very good answers!” From there he proceeded to tell me that it was time for me to make a decision~either I was going to accept Christ into my life as my Lord and Savior or go back to the way I had been living.
It would be two very long weeks before I would make that decision. I was at a crossroads and I didn’t know what to do next.
So I continued to read Scripture as well as the Catechism and then it happened…
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