For the past several months, many people have noticed my regular presence at St. Philip the Apostle Catholic Church. It’s become a place of reflection, community, and deep spiritual growth for me. Naturally, some friends, family, and fellow parishioners have asked, “Have you joined the Church?” and “Are you Catholic?”
The short answer is: not officially. But when asked whether I believe what the Catholic Church teaches, I can say without hesitation, yes.
Originally, I had planned to enter the Church during the Easter Vigil, as is tradition for many converts. But I had to work that evening, and I chose not to go forward at the time. I told myself it was because I still had doubts. But as I’ve sat with that moment and looked deeper, I came to see that my hesitation wasn’t about doctrine—it was about something more personal. I was waiting for a blessing from my mom. I didn’t realize how important that was to me until I received it.
Now that I have her blessing, my heart feels at peace. I’ve decided to move forward and officially join the Catholic Church. I believe this will be the last church I ever join—and that thought fills me with a quiet joy. It feels right. It feels steady.
That said, I want to share something from my heart. While I’m grateful for the love and support people have shown, I’d rather not hear “welcome home.” I understand the sentiment, and I know it’s meant with warmth, but as a Christian, no building, congregation, or earthly place is truly my home. My home is in Christ. The Church is my spiritual community, but I also recognize that the Catholic Church is not “home” for everyone, and that’s okay. Faith is a journey, and everyone’s path is different.
For me, this is a step forward. It’s not a finish line or a final destination. It’s simply where I’ve been led. I’m thankful for those who have asked thoughtful questions, offered prayers, and patiently walked alongside me. My journey continues—but now, with clarity, peace, and purpose.
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