“The Apostles failed in their mission. They neglected to properly appoint their successors. When the last Apostle died, the keys of the kingdom were lost from the earth. The Church given to them by Jesus lay in ruins, overcome by the forces of hell.
” As I read Fr. Donald’s book, No Turning Back: A Witness to Mercy, I kept wondering about his mom. The teenage Donald Calloway was a defiant runaway who abused drugs, was promiscuous, was jailed, was thrown out of a foreign country. … In other words, he was a mess. During those painful years, how did his mother cope? How much longer would she keep taking him back”?
” If I were to describe my faith journey in just a few words, I would say it has been like climbing a tree, starting from the ground up. Ground, meaning I wasn’t born into a faith system, and a tree, because of all the many necessary branches that led me to where I am now.
” My legs started to go to sleep as I sat on the floor of my bedroom in the middle of the night. The Qur’an rested on the small table in front of me. Its Arabic script was elegant and familiar, yet utterly meaningless to my Turkish mind. I could read the words, but their meaning escaped me.
” I was never churched as a child but ended up attending a Lutheran high school because I was a borderline delinquent. The sheriff and my parents thought a disciplined parochial school would help me. Consequently, I became a Lutheran and was educated in the Bible and basic Christian belief.
However, once out of high school I had little concern for religion and ceased going to church. I did eventually marry a good “cradle” Catholic girl but was never pressured to become Catholic or even to go to church until our kids started CCD”.
June 14, 1985, began as a routine day at sea for the crew of the USS Kidd. Having just completed some joint naval exercises, we were in the Aegean Sea, en route to a port visit in Haifa, Israel. I was standing watch as the duty officer.
Suddenly, the calm of the day was interrupted by reports that an American passenger plane, TWA Flight 847 out of Athens to Rome, had been hijacked to Beirut by two members of the radical terrorist group Islamic Jihad”.
For the next several years, growing up in a small town in Kansas, I listened to Kansas City Royals games on the radio every night and dreamed of becoming a Major League Baseball play-by-play announcer. Little did I know, that first Royals game 43 years ago would bring me to Royalty — at the feet of the cross of Jesus Christ and His Church.