Born Irish, in a family of eight, my early childhood was fulfilled and happy. My father was a colonel in the Irish Army until he retired when I was about nine. As a family, we loved to play, sing, and act, all within a military camp in Dublin.
We were a typical Irish Roman Catholic family. My father sometimes knelt down to pray at his bedside in a solemn manner. My mother would talk to Jesus while sewing, washing dishes, or even smoking a cigarette. Most evenings we would kneel in the living room to say the Rosary together. No one ever missed Mass on Sundays unless he was seriously ill. By the time I was about five or six years of age, Jesus Christ was a very real person to me, but so also were Mary and the saints. I can identify easily with others in traditional Catholic nations in Europe and with Hispanics and Filipinos who put Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and other saints all in one boiling pot of faith. Continue reading →
I suppose I should start with how I was brought up. I moved up to Lewis when I was four years old, from Glenrothes, and I don’t really remember much before the move. We always went to church, Sunday school and things like that, and I really enjoyed it all. Both of my parents were Christians from a relatively young age and a lot of the people who came to our house were Christians. There were also a lot of fellowships in our house, although I was not involved with those! Continue reading →
I have always believed in God, I guess, I had questioned things but the deep rooted belief that we were all created by something/ someone always existed. I was taught to pray as a kid and although my parents weren’t Christians, we went to church and Sunday school. Eventually, I outgrew Sunday school and started going to church less and less. I had learned plenty about God but knew very little of him and how much it all mattered to me. Continue reading →