Trinity Broadcasting Network is available here for your viewing pleasure. May your Easter anticipation remember how you were brought up into this world. We remember Good Friday as an extended nap-time, and mom telling stories of Jesus dying on a cross. Whatever that meant, we didn’t know. But when dad came home from his job, we asked him if he had a good Friday.
. . . Today, we are well into Lent, and because I am being ushered into the teaching of the Roman Catholic Church, every day for forty days we read, hear, watch more about the wonderful love of God and his plans for everyone to be there with his only Son on the Cross of Calvary.
NOT BEING TOO PUSHY
I just have to share with you how I was pushed into this direction. We moved here in Madison in North Alabama to be closer to our favorite grandchildren, and as we raised their parents to be baptized in and educated in the associated church school.
I was divorced and newly separated from military service with almost fifteen years, when my new employer recommended going to a local singles group in a non-denominal Christian fellowship. There, we met. She had three children, worked as cashier in a local international ministry, and was looking for a helpmate.
I felt I was qualified. And so I prayed about marrying into her small family. She was a pretty woman, and my attraction to her brought me to God every day for two weeks. I remember God answering me. He said clearly YES! But only as I was to be helping her. That made sense and I proposed before anyone else in the small social circle we had met. She did have a few other good-looking young men-friends lined up. I did not delay, and in two month’s time, God’s grace brought us together legally: Married in the “Overcoming Faith Fellowship” church. Only the assistant pastor officiated, and his wife as witness — but it was a valid marriage. [I learned this early in my quest to join the Catholic Church locally.]
But, and get this, the universal (catholic) church cannot accept marriage as divorced to a divorced person. Oh no. I was a doubly sinful, adulterous person! What could I do now? Good news! The Catholic Church teaches how God loves sinners. They have a process for us sinners, by filing a claim to the religious tribunal who exist to officially determine the validity of each marriage.
So Entering RCIA, I spoke with the deacon responsible for this and was given assurance that as my marriages appear to both be religiously valid, meaning not legally annulled, there is still another way to proceed: See the priest, confess my sin, and do penance with contrition , and be absolved of such serious sin. Whatever that meant, I felt eagerly willing to do it. (Thank you God!)
THE FAVOR OF CATHOLICISM
Meanwhile, back to finishing this; I am convinced the Catholic Church (Universal) will lead the world into the last great revival. Everywhere I look, I see the huge movements of people! The people are in mass—greater than rock concerts—much like the million people reached in Africa by Daniel Kolenda and Reinhard Bonnke, Christ for All Nations! ( TBN Praise the Lord, Benny Hinn)
IF TRUTH BE TOLD
I have a confession to make here, dear reader-follower [or follower-reader]. My hope, this Sunday morning, after attending the Second Sunday of Lent, thankfully, is that my motive for writing anything is coming back and slapping me in the face!
I am not a scholar, and never said so—nor ever let it be said that I am. I learned to write in the military when attending the 23 week US Army Officer Candidate School. They gave a class on the “Disposition Form“; and I learned how to write direct instruction and “Five Paragraph Orders”. [There, that wasn’t so long ago that I couldn’t remember it. (1972)] And, why should I blog this? (You may ask)
ENTERING THE SCRUTINY PHASE
Oh-ho! No, not that! The Church wants me to scrutinize my whole Christian life in order to enter the “Full Communion” of Catholicism. . .as pastor mentioned this morning — to eliminate sin in my life.
. . . It’s like when Billy Graham gets to the Pearly Gates, will they open automatically, or will he have to know the password to digitally enter and open it? (Is this a joke?)
OF COURSE DR GRAHAM IS ENTITLED
But that’s different than self scrutinies that I need to learn and learn quickly. [My whole Christian life has revolved around famous televangelists and their ministries.]
My sins should be all bagged up and ready to drop off my shoulders, when I enter the confessional, but that’s not like Jonathon Edwards has told either. Some more thought has to be given to this, so hear about this — to even tell me I’m wrong:
According to catechism, the Ten Commandments are divided into 2-parts. The first three are are combined into: Love God with all your heart mind soul and strength. While the last seven is condensed into: Love neighbors as yourself.
So, I need to confess only all transgressions that apply, right?
. . . Wrong!
Our RCIA director gave us a 4×5 card that tells us what to say and how to say it. Simple, right? The key is imagine facing the Lord himself, with him already knowing my faults — even most grievous faults. [Oh, I am not looking forward to doing this!]
Alright, even three major sins. Just like the card shows three blank lines. It’s a start. That’s somewhat comforting. Right? [LOL, using two lines just for the two most absolute worst things, I’ve ever done. Good]
SPANKABLE SIN IN SAN ANSELMO*
Here is one sin I admitted to my father that he never spanked me for doing . . . dropping the atom bomb. Playing with a catholic neighbor, we decided to bomb our block. We constructed the bomb by putting heavy rocks in a three gallon bucket, and decided to load it up into the bomb-bay.
Since I determined I was the pilot, I picked a large tree and asked the bombardier to hand it up to me when I climbed up into the first branches, and he said Okay.
I climbed up, he handed me the heavy bomb, I lifted it carefully as high as I could and hung it on the first limb I saw . . .
Before I could climb higher, I told the bombardier to climb higher, but without assuring him it was safe to do so. So he started to climb when the branch broke, the bucket fell, and hit my playmate square on the head — just as I yelled,
I never heard such a loud cry for mommy before. My catholic friend fell down with a bloody head, screamed bloody murder, got up running for his house. It was then I knew I was in trouble, deep trouble.
That actually happened when I was about eight. I may have been innocent, and I fully expected a very hard spanking, but instead, I was punished more reasonably by being taken to our neighbors house, and to say I was sorry, and be assured of his survival. I wished I got a spanking. That’s easier.
Well, thanks for reading about my serious sin that may sound funny, but I have always regretted doing such a wicked thing to another, especially a friend. I don’t remember ever playing with him again.
THE WORLD’S RAT-RACE IS EXHAUSTING
You get the idea anyway. I have to tell you more about confession next time.
May your prayers be answered before you ask them.
Charles Bundschu III
*Where I grew up. There are at least two people I know here, that are from there. And I always believed I couldn’t get here from there. But now I’m hearing I can’t get there from here. (Go figure.)