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Faith Journey
Faith Journey
know and accept His grace? My journey to a biblical faith in Christ is exactly that: a journey from
one place to another, a journey of mind, of body, of soul, and, thankfully, a journey guided by the
power of the Holy Spirit.
I was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana by non-practicing Roman Catholic parents, who were divorced, but eventually became the best of friends by putting aside their own
issues for the sake of their only son. By non-practicing I mean that we rarely attended worship.
Christmas and Easter probably with mom, but never with dad. Living in New Orleans provides
parents with two educational choices: unsafe and unheralded free public schools or a plethora of
private Catholic schools. There are enough Catholic high schools in the New Orleans area to create a Catholic football division, and thats just the boys schools (yes, there are separate and co-ed
schools). There are also other private school choices, but the Catholic schools are definitely in the
overwhelming majority. I was fortunate enough to experience a variety of these options. Immediately following my parents divorce, I attended a Lutheran school and an Episcopal school. When
my parents were told by the counselor we all went to see that I needed to be in a gifted and talented program, they found a public school with a good program, so I spent third through seventh
grade in public school.
I started Jesuit High School in the eighth grade. I still cant remember why I chose to attend there, but it was definitely my choice to leave public school to attend this Catholic high
school, which was also one of the best schools in the state. After five years at Jesuit, I was more
Catholic than when I began, and I definitely knew more about Catholicism. I frequently attended
mass, went on group retreats, and had formal theology classes. When I graduated, I decided to
attend Spring Hill College, which is a small Jesuit-affiliated college in Mobile, Alabama. At
Spring Hill, I learned even more about Catholicism and religion in general. I became involved in
Campus Ministry, and was one class shy of a minor in Theology. I performed in and/or directed a
dramatic performance of Christs passion each year for four years. One of the most eye-opening
experiences I had was performing the role of Christ himself, trying to imagine the pain and agony,
yet compassion and mercy that he was feeling all at the same time. I knew what Christ went
through for us, but I had no biblical faith and had never accepted Christs grace (I was technically
not even Catholic because I had not been officially confirmed).
During my senior year at Spring Hill, I decided that all the struggles I had with tenets of
the Catholic faith were telling me something didnt feel right, so I began searching for what was
right. I tried to worship with several different tribes, but nothing felt right, so I stopping going
anywhere. I began reading the Bible on my own at home. During the summer after I graduated
from college, after months of searching and reading, I decided I needed to get away from work (I
was working for Eddie Bauer at the time) and focus on my relationship with God. I needed some
questions answered. I needed to discover where I belonged. I scheduled a retreat for myself at the
Abbey of Gethsemane, the Kentucky home of a group of Trappist monks. The Abbey offers individual and group silent retreats. I spent several days praying, reading, reflecting, writing, wondering through the woods around the property, and trying to figure out the proper questions to ask
because if you dont ask the right question, you may get the wrong answer. I vividly remember
associating my faith with my ability to get a little rubber duck I found lying on its side in a waterfall pond to sit up straight. I tried placing the duck in different sections of the fountain. I tried tying something to it. Eventually, I discovered that by placing the duck on the rocks under the waterfall, he would still be in the water, but would be safe and secure and upright on the rock. When
I got back home, I was more eager to find a place to worship.
Ironically, my mom suggested that I try going to a Church of Christ. I didnt know much
about it, but I picked one and showed up. The congregation of University Church at Alpine Hills
showed so much interest in me and so much love that I kept going. I began studying the Bible
more with Tony Wallace, the campus minister there. During our studies, I told him, Look, if and
when I decide to be baptized, I want to do it in a river or lake like the early Christians would have
done it because thats what were trying to be like.
One night I decided I was ready, so we drove to a river at a campground at midnight, and
Tony baptized me. Soon after, I decided to become more prepared to serve my Lord, so I enrolled