Let’s Start at the Very Beginning…

People ask why I converted to the Catholic faith. Here's what brought me to the banks of the Tiber and made me swim.

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In childhood we all assume that everyone’s world is like our world and that our perspective is the right one.

Education consists as much of unlearning as it is learning. We have to throw overboard the cargo that loads us down. We have to clear the attic of the junk and throw out all that is broken, useless and untrue.

Brought up as a Bible Christian, I assumed that the early church was much like the Protestant world in which I lived. I figured the early Church was similar to the church today with its proliferation of different denominations, and that just as Protestants today say, “It doesn’t really matter what church you go to, as long as you love Jesus” — so it was in the early Church.

Were there lots of different churches in the first couple of centuries? Yes, there were actually lots of different groups. The uncomfortable problem for the Protestants is that these different sects were identified by the apostolic Church as heretics and schismatics.

In his famous work Against the Heresies Irenaeus, the saintly Bishop of Lyon, wrote about all the different little groups who made claims to authenticity and gave them a surefire way of knowing the truth:

It is possible, then, for everyone in every church, who may wish to know the truth, to contemplate the tradition of the apostles which has been made known throughout the whole world. And we are in a position to enumerate those who were instituted bishops by the apostles and their successors to our own times—men who neither knew nor taught anything like these heretics rave about.

But since it would be too long to enumerate in such a volume as this the successions of all the churches, we shall confound all those who, in whatever manner, whether through self-satisfaction or vainglory, or through blindness and wicked opinion, assemble other than where it is proper, by pointing out here the successions of the bishops of the greatest and most ancient church known to all, founded and organized at Rome by the two most glorious apostles, Peter and Paul, that church which has the tradition and the faith which comes down to us after having been announced to men by the apostles. 

With this church, because of its superior origin, all churches must agree—that is, all the faithful in the whole world—and it is in her that the faithful everywhere have maintained the apostolic tradition.

Those who say there were lots of little churches around in the early days have a point. It’s not much different now I guess–except in scale. The principles are the same, and Irenaeus’ words still ring true.

When a Catholic like myself asserts this truth it makes many Protestants howl with rage. I understand. They look at the Catholic Church and they see her human failings. They see her seeming arrogance and her apparent sinfulness. 

They also see the genuine goodness and love and faith of themselves and those in their churches and compare it to Catholicism and often it seems like the Catholics they know and the Catholic Church they experience doesn’t match up.

Their feelings are hurt and I understand. But when we say that these other churches do not have the apostolic authority we’re not making value judgements on individuals and their faith in Jesus.

We’re not making a sentimental and subjective judgment on whether we are “better Christians” than anybody else. We’re just observing that “lots of little churches” is not what Jesus intended. They might love Jesus, but they are cut off from the Church he founded.

I know. It jolts. It hurts.

“How on earth can it be that the Catholics are ‘right’ after all?” the Protestant protests.

It just seems too crazy from their point of view. I understand. I used to be there. And yet, and yet, when those who look more deeply into it open their minds and hearts in a genuine search for the truth other mysteries open up, and other ways of seeing are given, and these new ways of knowing and seeing are not opened up merely by apologetical arguments.

People ask why I converted to the Catholic faith, and it was the quote from Irenaeus above as well as a multitude of other factors great and small which brought me to the banks of the Tiber and made me swim.