I looked up the priest at the Newman Center on the local university campus. He was Fr. Fisher, who happened to be an ex-Presbyterian. He gave me instructions for entering the Church. In those days, there wasn't any formal program such as today's Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults that requires many months of attendance. That just suited me fine, since I was ready. After two weeks of receiving instructions, Fr. Fisher baptized me conditionally (since I had been baptized in the Presbyterian Church before), heard my confession and gave me Holy Communion. I was overwhelmed. That day as I walked back out into the street, it's like walking into a brand new world. The same trees, pavement, buildings, all looked fresh and new. I had a small foretaste of heaven ~ a feeling I'll never forget. Now the safe shelter which shielded me after I first received Christ several years ago turned into a beautiful cathedral or magnificent palace, you might say. I was truly home for good.
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