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Foreword

By Scott Hahn

I’ve heard Kevin Lowry tell his conversion story, and he usually zeroes in on a particular moment, which is particularly memorable for me since I was a part of it.

Kevin was still a Protestant, and I had gained some fame and notoriety for my conversion from the same brand of Protestantism. Kevin was persuaded, as I had been, but he also faced the million-and-a-half fears and hesitations I had faced. I knew that the way out of that foggy swamp was not argument, because each side always had a plausible counterargument — plausible at least to a fearful, wavering soul.

So I reached into my pocket and handed him my rosary — blessed by Pope John Paul II. I gave it to him and urged him to use it.

It had worked for me. And it worked for Kevin.

For him, for me, and for everyone on God’s green earth, conversion is not the matter of a moment. Nor is it the product of an argument won or lost. It is literally a turning (from Latin conversio) of the soul away from things and toward God.

Some people say that, technically, Protestants don’t “convert” to Catholicism because they already have a place in the Church by means of Baptism. That’s true in the most semantically precise sense. But I would argue not for this increasingly narrow definition of conversion but rather a broader application.

We’re all converts. Every one of us. Everyone who’s ever darkened the doorway of a confessional is a convert. We walk into the box as if we have a crick in our neck; we’re facing the wrong way. It’s unnatural. It’s uncomfortable. We strain to see the light. It affects our reading, our driving, our eye contact with people we love.

Through confession and absolution, we’re set free. We get the anti-inflammatory that enables us to turn this way and that — and we use that freedom to turn toward God.

Kevin Lowry gets this. He knows that we’re all converts, and that we’re going to spend a lifetime turning and turning and turning, ever more toward God if we do it right.

I’m grateful for the day I turned for a moment away from my arguments and toward the Mother of God. I’m grateful for the movement of the Holy Spirit that prompted me to point the same way to Kevin. I’m grateful to Kevin for taking up the challenge — and then setting it down for his readers, who, I hope, will number in the millions.