COMMENTARY: Blessed Fulton Sheen taught me that when a child is given to his parents, a crown is made for that child in heaven — and woe to the parents who raise a child without consciousness of that eternal crown.
Like many people who have discovered Fulton Sheen, I have come to think of him as an old family friend. He has had such a profound influence on our family that, looking back, it almost feels as though he has been accompanying us on our journey all along.
But that certainly was not how the story began.
I grew up Protestant, and throughout high school and college I managed to sample quite a few different denominations. I suppose you could say I was a committed nondenominational CariMethiLutherEpiscoBaptist. Despite all the denominational wandering, one thing remained remarkably consistent: I was firmly committed to the objections I had been taught about the Catholic Church.
I was convinced Catholics worshipped Mary, had extra books in their Bible, and that their statues had some sort of elaborate system for kidnapping people who entered their churches. In other words, I was very confident in things I had never actually investigated.
Thankfully, God has a sense
