Why I Love Being Catholic - Dynamic Catholic Ambassadors Share Their Hopes and Dreams for the Future

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Why Do You Love Being Catholic?

I feel such a profound peace when I go to Mass. As soon as I walk through the church doors, I can feel God’s love engulf my inner self. It is a mixture of joy and peace that I cannot put into words. As I kneel to talk to my heavenly Father about my week and how I am so grateful that he never left my side for one second, I can tell him about all my problems and know he is listening to my every word. I am a lector at our church, and I read over the readings the night before to begin trying to picture what message God is relaying to me in the Scriptures. I go to Mass thirty minutes early to calm myself, but it doesn’t matter—my heart starts to beat fast. I know it is because I am so excited that I am getting ready to relay a very important message to my brothers and sisters. There is this little voice inside of me that is saying, “I am with you, and you can do it.” I love being Catholic because there are so many ways for me to show my love for the sick, the homeless, and the dying. But most of all it’s knowing that I am doing all these things as God would want.

—Wanda Jackson

Catholicism just makes sense!

—Mary Elizabeth Carrizales

In July of 2008, I attended a Cursillo retreat. During the three-day retreat, I experienced a profound change of mind and heart, and for the first time since my childhood, I fell in love again with Catholicism. I love how God makes me aware of his gifts and challenges me to use these to help others.

—Pat Ahearn

At one point in my life, I became very confused and mixed up, and I left the Catholic Church for a while. But with the help of a few very dedicated Catholic friends who prayed for me, instructed me, and loved me back into the Church again, I am here to stay. As a priest told me once, “You used to have your mother’s Catholic faith, but now you have made it your own.”

—Connie Beckman

One of the reasons I love being Catholic is that when I immerse myself in the treasures of our faith, an insatiable hunger is created, a deep longing to draw closer to the Lord.

—Lynn Marion

I was raised in the Lutheran Church. When I was three years old, we moved to a rural western Kansas town that had been settled by Volga German Catholics. The area has some of the most beautiful Catholic cathedrals in America. Most of my friends and schoolmates were Catholic. My family did not understand the Catholic faith, though, so we made fun of the “fish-eaters.”

Fast-forward to my high school years; I started dating the girl who is now my wife and the love of my life. She was born, raised, and educated in the Catholic faith. Her family, immediate and extended, are all Catholic and some of the kindest people I have ever met. As I spent more time with her family, a song from my Lutheran Sunday school kept coming into my thoughts, “They Will Know We Are Christians by Our Love.” This defined my wife’s family and their philosophy on life. As our love grew, my grandmother made a comment to me: “That Susie is such a nice girl; too bad she is Catholic.” I informed her that we were getting married and the wedding would be in the Catholic Church. She frowned and said she would not be attending, but she was there.

As we were going through our marriage preparation classes, I asked the priest if I needed to join the Church so I could marry this girl. He replied, “No, but we do believe the family is always stronger when both parents belong to the Church.”

I had promised to join the Church when we started our family. When our son was born six years later, I still did not jump into the RCIA process. When he was about two years old, he asked, “Why doesn’t Daddy go to Communion with us?” I realized the priest had been right, and I enrolled in RCIA, dreading the next nine months. To my surprise, it was one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life.

I love the Catholic Church because it has given us a faith foundation for our family that continues to grow as we now enjoy seeing our grandchildren grow in their Catholic faith every day.

—Jim Mall

I love being Catholic because I tried it the “other way” for almost thirty years. “Running around the barn” is the term I used for those years of trying to build a deeper relationship with Jesus Christ. New age teachings, metaphysics, big box churches and television evangelists, meditation practices, astrology, psychometry, yoga—I tried it all, but I never felt the “fire” I feel for Jesus since returning to Catholicism. One of the “pieces to the puzzle” upon my return was being handed Matthew Kelly’s book Rediscovering Catholicism at Christmas Mass!

—Mary Anne Linsell

At a very sad and dark time in my life, attending Mass meant everything and more to me. I felt lost, alone, confused, upset, and sick to my stomach. Going to Mass gave me somewhere to go and something to do with my time. I needed to surround myself with people, and Mass was the perfect place to do that. I realized Jesus loves me even in my brokenness. It’s during hard times like this I’m glad there is daily Mass and ritual to depend on.

—Siobhan Peryer

My sorority’s motto was “the first and the finest.” I think the same holds true for our Catholic faith. It can be traced all the way back to Jesus himself. What an honor to be part of the original Christian faith that has been passed down from generation to generation! I also love how we preserve so many symbols and sacraments that also lead back to the time of Christ. Our faith runs deeper than most rivers, and it’s flowing full of rich traditions!

—Sara Schad

I love being Catholic because it grounds me in my life. No matter what challenges I have faced in life, my Catholic faith has always been there for me. I have been fired from big jobs, my career position has been unjustly eliminated, I have been threatened with personal lawsuits, and I have had my life threatened by undesirable characters. In each of those cases, my Catholic faith guided me to a better place. How could I not love being Catholic?

—Bob Bestvina

I love being Catholic because it fosters community. I can go anywhere in the world and follow the same rituals: the Mass parts, veneration of saints, and Catholic values. To me, community represents the beauty of Catholicism. While I enjoy focusing on my personal relationship with God, it’s even better when I surround myself with other like-minded people in my community who embrace authentic Catholic values.

—Deb Meyer

I love being a Catholic for all sorts of reasons. I’m an avid reader of work-related technical literature, which has proven to be highly positive and impactful in my career of thirty-plus years. I’m also an avid reader of Catholic literature. Catholic literature keeps me well grounded and reminds me constantly of all the many reasons of why I love being Catholic.

Catholicism is the team to be on. Yes, we have had some good players and some bad players, but over time, the team is the one I want to belong to because it stands for what is good and what is right, with an ultimate goal that cannot be matched. This team has and continues to have superstars; some of the best and brightest people through the ages are Catholics. Being Catholic is a way of life that is kind, compassionate, and wholesome. I cannot imagine being anything else but Catholic. As the saying goes, Jesus is the reason!

—Jim Rives

On December 12, 2010, I was awakened at 3:30 a.m. by the ringing of the telephone. That feeling of dread instantly enveloped me as I struggled to hear the news of the tragic event that happened to my son only a few hours ago. It involved a car accident in which the driver had slid off the icy road while driving a car full of college kids home after a party.

Immediately, my husband and I got in the car and drove four hours to Roanoke Hospital, where our son was waiting to see us in the trauma unit. The long drive and the constant praying of the rosary prepared us to receive the news of his condition: a spinal cord injury which left him paralyzed from the waist down. We were actually astonished to see him for the first time. His body was bruised and his broken ribs were uncomfortable, but the one thing that was most noticeable was his spirit and his face, which was almost glowing. He kept reassuring us that he would be fine and not to worry about him.

It was Sunday morning, and since we were aware of the power of the Mass, we left our son, Kevin, and went to find the closest Catholic church, bringing two of his best friends with us. I can honestly tell you that we have never been as comforted as we were that day when we heard the words of Scripture. The first reading from Isaiah spoke about the lame leaping like a stag, followed by Psalm 146, which stated that the Lord gives sight to the blind and the Lord raises up those who are bowed down. The Gospel was about John the Baptist in prison and how he sent his disciples to Jesus to see if he was really the Messiah. Jesus said to them, “Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind regain their sight, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear. . . .” We sat in utter amazement as we listened to these words and the words of the priest...