Christianity Is A Path, Not A Religion
Being born into the Catholic faith, I made my first communion when I was 10 years old. Within my family structure it has always been important to be baptized upon birth and to make one’s first communion.
The public school I attended had an affiliation with the local Catholic Church, so during a period that spanned about a year, the other Catholic students and I were dismissed early on a school day to receive instructions on making our first communion. Most of the time, a priest and a nun picked us up and led us to the church which was just a few blocks from our school.
During one of those walks to church a miracle occurred, although I did not realize it at the time.
What happened was, the other Catholic students and I were being led to church by a priest and, as was usually the case, he was accompanied by a nun who kept us in tow by walking at the end of our little procession.
As we walked along, we saw a site ahead of us where a crew of workers were demolishing a condemned building and in front of the old structure was a long row of heavy scaffolding that hung over the sidewalk.
Well, just before we reached the point where we would have had to start walking under the scaffolding, the priest suddenly stopped and we all froze in place behind him. Then as we looked on in amazement, the scaffolding all along the sidewalk collapsed to the ground with a loud crash.
By bringing us to a halt where he did, the priest saved us from being crushed under all of the heavy steel and lumber that had fallen down. And while the other children and I were trembling in fear from the shock of it all, the priest quietly and calmly led us around the fallen debris and proceeded to lead us to church.
For a number of months following that incident, I mulled the whole thing in my head, over-and-over again. However, ultimately, I stopped thinking about it. It was not until years later when I was a young adult that I realized that I had witnessed a miracle during that walk to church.
As I look back at the scaffolding incident, I realize that God was with me and the other children and that the priest served as God’s intermediary because we were headed for danger and did not even know it.
To me, my personal experiences in life exemplify the steps God takes to deliver us to His Son, Jesus.
In other words, I believe that God has always had a plan for me. I have no doubt that He sent me down a path that led me through the Catholic Church -- to becoming “born again” after following the teachings of an Evangelical TV preacher -- to the Methodist church I attended for a few years, back to a television ministry I exclusively watch today. Or, it could be that both the Catholic and Protestant denominations have served as guideposts to where I am today as a born again believer.
In essence and contrary to the ways in which many people see things, we should never separate ourselves from one another, instead we should trust God to bring us through His desired plan.