Continued . . .
Then I started my walk around the block, listening carefully for God’s reply. Three fifths of the way through my walk, I glanced up and saw a big red stop sign, and I felt a powerful feeling in my soul that God was calling me to stop at that moment. I obeyed and stopped in my tracks. Then I looked around.
The first thing my eyes came to rest on was a young tree supported by a white post. The top of the tree rose higher than the post that supported it. Around the tree were several cactus plants, and surrounding them, a brick wall.
The white post, to me, represented the millennial kingdom of the Medieval Ages. The tree represented the spiritual kingdom of God. Just as the tree rises higher than the millennial kingdom, the spiritual kingdom of God continues to thrive after the millennial kingdom passed away. It is supported at all times by the millennial kingdom, though, for the time of the Medieval Ages was a time before the swamp of modern liberalism could take its toll on Christian beliefs. It, therefore, is what the church can lean on, what the spiritual kingdom leaned on then and what it leans on now. The brick wall, to me, represents the rock that the Church is built on, and the cactus within that retaining wall represents Christian truths that seem hard and unacceptable in the eyes of the world. Truths that I’d been writhing against for several months.
I looked at this symbolic tree, but as I was looking at it, I realized, “this could easily be coincidence that I happen to be looking at a tree that could be representative of all the things I’ve been struggling over for the last few months. There are trees all around the block. I can’t make so drastic a decision based on this tree.”
Then I glanced around me, and I found that the one house I felt the Lord had wanted me to stop in front of had a statue of the Virgin Mary in front of it. It was a Catholic household, the only one that was visibly so in the whole block. And I had “happened” to stop in front of it because of the stop sign. The tree was also in its lawn.
Then I prayed, “It is clear to me now that it is your will, Lord, that I enter the Catholic Church, and that what you have revealed to me over the last few months, in response to my prayer that you reveal to me truths about your kingdom, is all true. Now all that remains is for me to decide whether or not to trust you.”
The moment I prayed that last sentence, I happened to glance down. Right in front of my feet lay a dime, and I picked it up. Written on it were the words, “In God we trust,” responding directly and instantly to my prayer.
That I should feel compelled by the Lord’s Spirit to stop, on seeing a stop sign, right in front of the only visibly Catholic house on the block, which I noticed was a Catholic house only a couple seconds after I prayed for more evidence than the tree, and that I should also stop right in front of a dime saying, “In God we trust,” and should only notice that dime the moment that I prayed, “Now all that remains is for me to decide whether or not to trust you,” is too much coincidence to be plausible, in my view. I saw these signs the next second after I’d sent prayers to God that these signs directly responded to.
Anyway, that was what finally, ultimately convinced me, and I’ve been living on faith ever since. I’ve seen loads of evidence since that moment of spiritual experience and before it that confirms to me through reason and the scripture, as well as the witness of God’s Holy Spirit, that what I’m doing is right. So I’m becoming Catholic now, praise the Lord. I’m entering a new layer of God’s kingdom, one that I’d never before experienced and which was revealed to me through prayer and the supernatural revelation God breathed.
Interestingly enough, my sister received a dream from the Lord that confirmed my new journey, and it was my Mom who gave me the card that linked Catholicism, the kingdom of God, and the Medieval Ages right after my prayer. My grandmother gave me another birthday card, as I was going through these discoveries, and in it, one looks down on planets from space. To her, it represented looking down on society from God’s perspective, and she felt the Lord wanted me to have it. It means the same thing, to me. It came to me at the end of a series of visions the Lord had been giving me, in which I saw myself rising above a forest of cultural assumptions, so that my gaze was no longer obscured by the foliage, but could look directly at the sun, or down from above. So from my Protestant grandmother, sister and mother, I’ve received confirmations of what’s going on in my life.
To me, this is confirmation of God’s will from within the Body of Christ, which God got to me in a special way. My family all rejects my experience and feels that it is either my delusion or a demon leading me astray, but the Lord spoke through them to confirm my journey in spite of their protests. To me, this helps to make clear that my journey is the correct one, for if it was a demon that led me astray (which doesn’t make sense, anyway), the demon shouldn’t be able to control my Protestant family too. That puts way too much power in the hands of the enemy. So they try to explain away my sister’s dream, Nana’s card and my Mom’s giving me the other card as coincidence.
At the same time as I felt the Lord leading me toward the Catholic faith, one of my college classes suddenly required that I buy a new Bible- one that has the Catholic deuterocanonical books. So at the same time as all the rest of this was happening, by “coincidence,” I suddenly had a complete Bible.
I’ve had LOADS of “coincidences” happening in response to my prayers, as I proceed down this path. The Lord has been faithful, too, coming to support me whenever things become rough between myself and my family, and becoming present to me in all his love. The Lord bless us all.