Crossed The Tiber

An Evangelical Converts to Catholicism

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I was born into the Catholic faith. At 14, I was "born again" and found Jesus personally but lost His Church. After thirty years as an evangelical protestant, I have come full circle to find that He has been there all the time, in the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. I wish others to find the beauty and truth of the Catholic faith as I have found.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

St Ignatius

Since I have become Catholic over three years ago, the Lord continues to remind me of the little "touches of Catholicism" that were in my life for the past 30 years when I was a full blown devout non-Catholic Christian. On this special feast day we remember St. Ignatius of Loyola, founder of the Society of Jesus in 1534. He helped to kick off the Counter-Reformation. He is known for his Spiritual Exercises and one of his most well known prayers is this:

“Receive, Lord, all my liberty, my memory, my understanding and my whole will. You have given me all that I have, all that I am, and I surrender all to your divine will, that you dispose of me. Give me only your love and your grace. With this I am rich enough, and I have no more to ask.”

When I read it last year on the feast of St. Ignatius, this prayer was so strangely familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where or when I had heard it before. It was like a whisper in my mind but I knew not who had spoken it. Suddenly it dawned on me. I played this as a song over 30 years ago! In 1975, my brother and I were in a little band with a group of three young women singers from an independent charismatic church. I played mandolin, brother was on the upright bass and the three young gals sang three part harmony and played acoustic guitars.(one was the pastor's wife) We were doing some original and some contemporary praise stuff and a song called "Receive." None of us knew where it came from at the time but had we known the words were from St. Ignatius, I don't suspect it would have made it on our recording. We practiced almost nightly one hot summer and then coughed up some cash and went to a professional recording studio in Morristown, NJ to record our album.
I have no idea where the original tape is now but I remember it was pretty intense, no overdubs, and the first take had to be right since the timer was clicking away.

At the end of one song, everyone started to sing and pray in tongues and I was mortified, but the engineer just kept the tape rolling and it ended up being on the finished tape. I was the only non-tongue speaker in our band and you would think I would have gotten the hint that this wasn't where I was supposed to be. Well, Israel took 40 years to finally get out of the desert and it took me 31 years to find my way back to the Catholic Church......could have been worse.

St. Ignatius, pray for all those who leave the Church. Intercede to the author and finisher of our faith to bring those home who left without knowing Who they were leaving.


Blogger Joyful Catholics said...

Uncanny....just uncanny. I posted my in the early morn, and taking a stroll over to the Tiber, I find yours last evening...uncanny.

; )

PAX, bro,

August 01, 2007 5:00 PM  
Blogger Tiber Jumper said...

I did see your post first!!!
But honestly wasn't going to post until I went to evening Mass and heard a homily on the founder of the Jesuits.
I posted on him last year and now i feel like I am starting to repeat myself! (Old age)

August 01, 2007 5:04 PM  
Blogger Joyful Catholics said...

Well, I hear we need to hear things about 16 times according to psychologists for it to stick.

I repeat myself a lot, too. I'm older than you, TJ... and I repeat myself a lot, too.

; )

August 01, 2007 6:04 PM  
Blogger A Simple Sinner said...

Wait a minute.

Back up.

Hold the phone.

You played the mandolin in a band that sang a St. Ignatus prayer and ended with the other band members speaking in tongues?

If and when the day comes that you find a copy of that recording, I SOOOOOO want one.

August 02, 2007 4:29 AM  
Blogger Tiber Jumper said...

Yeah it was pretty strange, but in those days we were always up to some strange things. Like the time, we all prayed to the Lord to heal Karen Ann Quinlan (google her name)and a team of prayer warriors from our church went to her nursing home based on the prophetic word of an itinerant prophet who strolled into our prayer meeting one night.(Who happened to be traveling around the country with his "eh hmm "secretary.")
I have 30 years of stories, but the sad thing is it took me that long to return to the Church. The happy thing is that I will never leave!

August 02, 2007 7:19 AM  
Blogger Amber said...

I suppose we don't know to appreciate it unless we've lived without it.... and for some, it takes a long time!

It's all in God's time that one finds his way to threshold of the Catholic faith!

August 03, 2007 11:50 AM  

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