I had been a Protestant for 48 years. Becoming Catholic was the furthest thing from my mind. I thought of them as pagans and that was that. I did not need Mary, the Saints, and Purgatory was somewhere only Catholics were going to be in. So that is how I felt about Catholics. God however, had a different view.
I went to the Assembly of God Church. One Sunday I was coming home and I looked up at God and said, “Lord, I am missing something what is it?” Never really thought about the question anymore. God did though.
On the following Tuesday the Blessed Mother showed up, with these words, “Go to my Son, He lives in the Tabernacle of the Church.” (No I did not see her, but I heard her, and for some strange reason I knew it was her.)
Knowing it was the Blessed Mother, I knew it had to be CATHOLIC! The thing of it is, the Blessed Mother did not just tell me this once, she told me this for 365 days, every single day.
I cannot tell you, how I fought her, even to telling her, “I do not know you, I do not want to know you, leave me alone!” She never did. On top of everything else, I did not know there was a “Tabernacle” on this earth, and I surely did not know Who was in it! I had never heard of the such.
Anyways, I have a neighbor who is Catholic. After two months of an ever loving, nagging mother, I asked her, “J. do you have a Tabernacle in your Church.” Reply: “Yes.” Me: “Who is in there?” Reply: “We believe all of Jesus is there, Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity.” I did not tell her why I was asking at that time, I just let it go.
You can only imagine how my jaw dropped. In fact I remember my stomach going to my feet. I did not want to become a Catholic!
I did not go to Church for a year, as I truly did not know where I belonged. The Blessed Mother forever telling me, “Go to my Son, He lives in the Tabernacle of the Church.”
Finally one day I could not take it anymore. I had fought her all I could, always telling her, “Get away from me.” One day I was coming down my hall, with her behind me saying, “Go to my Son, He lives in the Tabernacle of the Church.” I hit the hall wall with my hand and told God, “Fine, if this is what you want God You have it, but please get this woman off of my back!”
I went immediately called the Church and entered into RCIA. Our Blessed Mother never spoke those words to me again. The neighbor . . . She became my sponsor and I told her everything.
When I received the Eucharist in the Church I realized what I was missing. It was exactly That! I sobbed like a child on that night.
The Outcome: The Catholic Church has been the greatest blessing of my life. How I love our Blessed Mother. How I love the Rosary. How I love all the Sacraments which help me to work out and maintain my salvation. It was nine years this past Easter! Trust me when I say, “Our Blessed Mother will and does call us to her Son, who “lives in the Tabernacle of the Church.”
God Bless, SR