On the picturesque banks of the Clyde, not far from Glasgow, in the Christian village of Bonavern, now Kilpatrick, a little boy, of tender heart, lively temperament, and indefatigable activity, passed the earlier days of his life. He was born about the year 372 A.D., of a British family, and was named Succat.
Meanwhile in that same year, 1519, I had begun interpreting the Psalms once again. I felt confident that I was now more experienced, since I had dealt in university courses with St. Paul’s Letters to the Romans, to the Galatians, and the Letter to the Hebrews.
I had conceived a burning desire to understand what Paul meant in his Letter to the Romans, but thus far there had stood in my way, not the cold blood around my heart, but that one word which is in chapter one: “The justice of God is revealed in it.”
The Personal Testimony of Jim Severance
I grew up in the faith, or rather, I grew up mistaking morality for faith. It is a mistake often made. It arises from the belief that Christ came to be an example. He is an example, but he came to save.
The Personal Testimony of Kelly Roman (now McShaffrey)
I was raised in your average Roman Catholic family. We attended mass once a week, I went to private school, we fasted on Fridays during lent, and everything else we were supposed to do to be right with God.
Nevertheless, God was not real to me until I met a co-worker named Christian. (more…)
The Personal Testimony of Christian McShaffrey
I was raised in a typical middle-class home in the mid-west, baptized into the Roman Catholic Church, and raised in accordance with that faith.
In my early teen years, I began to develop anti-social tendencies but managed to stay out of any serious trouble. The “skater/punk rock” community was shaping both my personality and appearance.
As it came time to begin high school, my parents intended to continue the proud family tradition of having their children attend the local Catholic private school. This was disastrous. (more…)