Jan 23 2009
Learning To Be A Witness For The Faith, On A Team…
My last blog was a bit on the stressful wave…Sorry about that friends! Been having a bit of a tough time.
Last night was a great time because husband (mostly, and me a little bit) got to speak in depth for about 4 hrs to one of my brothers about the Catholic Church and faith, and salvation. It was hubby’s birthday, so after he ate some great berry crisp that I’d made him (if I do say so myself!!), my brother came home from work at almost 1am, and just started talking. I don’t remember why they started speaking about salvation and the Church, but whatever the reason, God was moving through the conversation. The discussion became heated, in the sense that this particular brother is sharp as a tack, and was actually challenging husband to know his stuff, heh.
My brothers hold some pretty screwed up views of Catholics, as well as salvation and the road to heaven/hell, due to having been raised in a screwed up Baptist home, and then having years to just wander their own way, coming up with whatever they pieced together, without a Bible or any church. The mind can be a dangerous playground, y’know?
Anyway, I went down at around 2:45am because I was finally wondering where my hubby was, and I’d already written a letter, did some singing, folded clothes–and finally prayed for the conversation downstairs, asking Christ to bestow wisdom to my husband in his defense of the faith. The discussion was in full swing. I actually became interested, due to my brother actually caring to listen, and presenting arguments I knew well.
And though he used me as an example at first of one who just is confused/backslidden/crazy (lol), when I finally sat down next to my mate, and got involved, and presented things, I was amazed….
Brother was actually listening to me, and using what I said, and letting me give examples (due to me having understood where he’s coming from), and he was actually equating husband and me as being Catholic, and a team!
It was breakthrough to me because this particular brother and I don’t really ever interact/connect, yet here he was, being the first person in the family to actually consider me on the same level and part of the same faith as my husband. It felt good, and strong to be on that playing field.
My husband and I don’t alwaze see eye to eye on things in life, and even when we’re trying to talk about our faith to each other–but last night God showed me that we ARE of the same faith, and in the SAME Church, and ARE following Him together, as a team. And when we are focusing on what’s important, we make a pretty nifty team! We each bring something different to the discussion table, as it were. He’s the historian, technical, I know the Church person, and I’m the I am learning my faith from God, slower, but realizing it’s really real person (lol, if that makes any sense!).
Anyway, it was amazing to be seated next to my man, and to be a witness for the Faith with him.
My brother was really interested, and I am praying he’ll do some searching for himself, on his own, and come to Christ through the Church and God’s leading.
It was a good night, and a conversation that probably could’ve gone on all through the morning, but it was nearing 5am, and we finally had to get to sleep. But I am so thankful that God was leading, and the Blessed Mother was no doubt praying along with our own hearts during the conversation.
