Today, Catholics around the world celebrate the new life Jesus won for them in his glorious resurrection.
For those who joined the Catholic Church during the Easter Vigil, it is also a time of new beginnings. Our Sunday Visitor asked readers who grew up in other faith traditions to share their stories on how they came into full Communion with the Church. We share several of their stories on the following pages.
For some, the journey took many difficult years with much questioning, doubt, prayer and reflection. Others experienced an intense, immediate calling to the Church.
Of course, conversion is not a one-shot deal. Jesus calls all of us to conversion. As the Catechism of the Catholic Church reminds us: "This second conversion is an uninterrupted task for the whole Church who, 'clasping sinners to her bosom, [is] at once holy and always in need of purification, [and] follows constantly the path of penance and renewal'" (No. 1428).
I would not accept God for the first 45 years of my life. I did not get what I needed from human beings, so what could I possibly get from some divine apparition?
Life was rough. My parents divorced; there was alcoholism, physical, sexual and emotional abuse, teenage pregnancy. There was also a mustard seed in my uncle Tony. He would smile at me, talk with me, and push my cousins and me on the merry-go-round when we were little.
He died when I was 45 years old, and I did not understand why I was so devastated and felt so utterly alone. I did not realize how much over the years I relied on the simple memory of his kindness when people were evil. He was about the only positive influence I could identify when things were bad.
After his funeral, I discovered that he was the only cradle Catholic in our family. His kindness toward me was a mustard seed. I attended RCIA and now consider myself a 3-year-old Catholic. I usually feel like a 3-year-old. The graces are innumerable, daily and joyous. I can ask God for anything, without shame, without rejection.
I intend to spend the next 45 years of my life thanking God, sharing God, and learning more about him every single day. I want to thank the Catholics who prayed for me without knowing me, before knowing me. Your fortitude is heartfelt and so appreciated. Thank God for you!
-- Name withheld
My seeds of conversion were sown over 30 years ago on Christmas Day. As my mother finished cooking dinner and my brothers played in their room, I watched a televised Mass. I found myself saying, "I'm going to do that one day." That was become Catholic and attend Mass. I did not understand the ritual, but I knew something holy occurred.
I filed this away while I continued through school, even attending a Lutheran church while in high school. I knew that I had not arrived home yet. After graduation, I began college at a Methodist-affiliated university in central Texas.
A significant number of students self-identified as Catholic, and my closest friends were Roman Catholic. Mass was celebrated on campus twice weekly for the first time in my alma mater's history, and I began attending Mass.
During my sophomore year, I began my RCIA class of one with Paulist Father Bob Scott, growing more in love with the Church. On April 30, 1989, with many friends in attendance, I was received into full Communion. The following year, I sponsored a sorority sister who was confirmed with her class. However, the journey came full circle when I sponsored my mother when she was received into the Church during Easter Vigil 2000. Indeed, I am home now, living the life God called me to live, and there is no greater joy than this. Deo Gratias!
-- Roxanne E. Barnes, Cincinnati, Ohio
I was baptized conditionally and received into the Catholic Church on April 5, 1950, and received my first Communion on Holy Thursday. I was 15 years old. A dear friend, Jacqueline Delehanty, was my sponsor.
My journey to the Church began this way: One Saturday, while waiting in St. Lawrence Martyr Church in Sayville, N.Y., while Jackie went to confession, I was drawn to the tabernacle. Although I did not know the doctrine of the Divine Presence at that time, I felt it. I told my friend: "Your church has something mine does not. I want to be a Catholic!"
Because I was a minor, I needed my parent's permission to take instructions in the faith. I remember well how afraid I was my dad would say "no." But when he and my grandmother returned from their visit with the priest, my dad brought me a rosary and a "Catholic Girls Guide," a beautiful book describing the virtues young women should develop. My dad also commented that I could study the Catholic faith all my life and still not learn all there was to know about it.
When I think about the beautiful experience with which God blessed my life, I recall John 20:19-29, in which Jesus appears to the apostles after his resurrection. At each Communion I respond, "My Lord and my God!"
I never cease to be aware of how totally unworthy we are to receive so precious a gift, and to give thanks ... for faith and Eucharist.
-- A. Patricia Wheeler Bock, Newcastle, Wyo.
When I began RCIA, I knew I had a relationship with God. I had attended and been involved in church my entire life. I was committed to making God and church part of my life.
I wanted to raise a family in a unified religious home. Church was a large part of my childhood, and I wanted to make it an important part of life for my family. So, when life with my boyfriend, Mark, was nearing marriage, I decided to check out the Catholic Church.
I thought I had the knowledge I needed about God and the Bible. I thought I had the faith I needed and the relationship I needed with God. I even thought I knew some of the Catholic traditions and rituals from my past experiences with Catholic friends. All I needed were some basics of the faith -- Catholicism 101.
It wasn't long before I realized how much I still had to learn. I realized how much I didn't know. I knew the stories, I knew the concepts; I understood the basics of the Bible. This was different. I was building a relationship. It was incredible and exciting.
I realized I had a lot more to learn, and the learning wouldn't stop when I was finished with RCIA. The learning is forever. My acceptance into the Catholic Church is complete, but my conversion never will be. It is a daily journey that will continue for the rest of my life.
-- Stacy Clark, Lenexa, Kan.
To briefly tell the story of my life-changing, life-giving decision to join the Catholic Church, I would simply say, "I've come home."
I was raised Methodist and attended Baptist and nondenominational fundamentalist churches through college and my adult life. Always, some crucial element was missing and kept me restlessly searching.
When I turned 40, I began serious research into the history of Christianity and came to embrace Cardinal John Henry Newman's quote: "To be deep in history is to cease to be Protestant." As I read the writings of the early Church Fathers and the entire Catechism, I would literally exclaim aloud, "This makes so much sense!"
The turning point was when I focused on the Eucharist, the result of attending my first Mass. Transubstantiation separated Catholic teaching from all others. If I resolved this, my decision would be made. Once I understood the Passover and John 6, I was in love with the Eucharist and my choice was clear. I'd found what I had been searching for.
This is not to say my journey was easy: It damaged important relationships, and I was a challenge to my sponsor and RCIA staff with all my intense questions. I joined the Church in a deeply moving and beautiful Easter Vigil Mass in 2002. Receiving my first holy Communion changed my life; peace replaced the restlessness in my heart.
Before every Mass I kneel and thank God for bringing me home.
-- Audrey Clinton, via e-mail
My conversion can be summed up in the words of "Amazing Grace": "Once I was lost but now I am found," found and held in the bosom of our beloved Mother Church.
I attended Mass for six years before converting. I had mortal sin on my soul that made me feel unworthy to be Catholic. During a particularly dark time in my life I had an abortion. I felt so much shame and remorse that I thought it impossible to enter a faith so strongly pro-life.
In the spring of 2006, I attended a first-Communion Mass and was overwhelmed by the beauty of those children receiving Jesus in the Eucharist for the first time. As I wept, I knew I wanted this for myself and would do whatever it took to get it. I cautiously approached our RCIA director and shared my pain. He led me to a post-abortion healing retreat, which was life-changing. The irony is, the place I expected to receive condemnation (the Catholic Church) was the very place I found God's mercy and forgiveness.
I would encourage anyone whose heart is burdened with sin to run to confession. There is no sin too great for God's mercy. We are meant to be happy, joyous and free, living as new creations in Christ. My prayer for the 2008 candidates and catechumens is that they be transformed by the Holy Spirit, surrender their lives to Jesus and come to know how deeply they are loved.
-- Kathy Druzbicki, St. John, Ind.
I grew up the son of a fundamentalist preacher. When I met my Catholic (not practicing) wife, I told her that we couldn't spend eternity together because she was going to hell because she was Catholic.
We tried different Protestant denominations, but all I found was doctrinal imperfections. It became clear to me that the "Bible alone" led to confusion. In my search for truth, I began to study paganism.
Eventually, I realized there were only partial truths there, too. I became very disillusioned and agnostic.
Still, I continued to read books like "The Da Vinci Code." I began to study the Gnostic texts found in Nag Hammadi, Egypt, in the 1940s. These led me to a little book called "The Treatise Against Heresies," written by St. Irenaeus in the second century. After completely dispelling the myths in the Gnostic texts, he went on to talk about the Eucharist and the importance of the succession of bishops from the apostles.
I began to see that the early church was very "Catholic." I began to devour the letters of the early Church Fathers. Much to my chagrin, they were all Catholic.
After a brief internal struggle with pride, I started RCIA. I came into the Church on Pentecost Sunday 2005. After three years I love the faith more every day.
I now understand that truth isn't an idea, it's a Person, and the Catholic Church is his body.
-- Whit Erwin, St. Clair, Mo.
My conversion to Catholicism came on Pentecost 2001 after years of searching for what was missing in my life. I could never have imagined the journey that would unfold once I accepted Jesus Christ into my life.
I was baptized Methodist as an infant in 1965, and over the next 35 years I attended services on Christmas, Easter and a handful of Sundays each year. Although blessed with a wonderful family and upbringing, Jesus was not a part of the fabric of my life. Thankfully, though, many of my closest friends were Catholic, which I am convinced played a pivotal role in my eventual conversion.
More than ever I felt a strong urge to strengthen and build my faith. I remember the day vividly that I was driving home, a path that took me past St. Mary's of Manitou Beach, Mich., every day. It was as if the Lord had his hand on the steering wheel and steered my car into the parking lot. I spoke with Sister Helen, and she invited me back for Sunday Mass.
A couple of family friends noticed me at the Mass and enthusiastically shared the joy of the Lord with me. They volunteered to be my sponsor, then followed through by picking me up the next week, and many weeks after, for Mass. They stayed close to me during my new walk and helped me develop my faith. I finally found what was missing in my life, Jesus Christ.
-- Gregory S. Fox, St. Louis, Mich.
I go to St. Peter's Prince of the Apostle Catholic Church. My father published a community newspaper in spring 1997, inviting visitors into the Catholic Church. So I met the pastor, Father Morgan Rowsome.
I told Mom I always wanted to be a Catholic. I always liked the Catholic beliefs. I was brought up as a Lutheran, confirmed and baptized as a Lutheran, with my parents.
In 2004, I went to the RCIA program. I joined the Catholic Church on April 10, 2004.
Now, I help with hospitality Mass on Saturdays and Sundays. I am also helping some abused divorced wives and doing some "Why Catholics" and "Life in Christ" Bible studies.
I am 51 years old, still single. And I think the Lord has a plan for me in the Catholic Church. I believe the Lord found me a home with the Catholic convert.
-- Warren Freasier, Corpus Christi, Texas
My name is Nathan Haverland and my conversion story, like all such stories, is a unique one. I was raised in a household where religion wasn't talked about. My mother and stepfather were raised Catholic, but I wasn't baptized, vaguely knew about the Bible and wasn't really even sure who Jesus was.
Somehow in the midst of all that, I desired to know God and prayed most nights. With a desire to study physics and astronomy after high school, I found Benedictine College. The place seemed to have captured my heart on the first visit.
The joy of the students and staff, the beauty of the campus and its small size was exactly what I was looking for. I entered Benedictine College in the fall of 2001.
I began learning about the Church in required theology classes, saw people living out true Catholic lives on campus and became friends with some of the Benedictine monks. It was only a matter of time before I began thinking about entering the Church.
In my junior year I decided to give RCIA a chance, and on Divine Mercy Sunday 2004 (April 18), I entered the Church and received the Sacraments of Baptism, Confirmation and Eucharist before a packed St. Benedict's Church in Atchison, Kan.
Four years later, I find myself now with a master's degree in nuclear engineering and a seminarian for the Archdiocese of Kansas City in Kansas.
Some lose their faith in college, but I found my faith at Benedictine College.
-- Nathan Haverland, Kansas City, Kan.
Ten years ago I received a phone call from my daughter. She told me she was getting married and the man she was marrying was a Catholic. At the time I knew nothing about the Catholic faith.
Two years later my beautiful granddaughter was born. Again I received a call. They wanted me to move in and be a nanny to my granddaughter. Again I thought about the Catholic faith and could only remember that I had heard the term "devout" Catholic many times. I needed to find out more about this faith so I could raise my granddaughter according to the wishes of the family.
I visited a local priest and presented him with my search for information. This was in January. Father Ed Hoff told me the best way to learn was to join the RCIA class. Although it had started in September, Father Hoff gave me a book and worked extra time with me until I caught up with the class.
As Father Hoff worked with me and I attended the classes, a light in my head became brighter and brighter. During one class, the light became so bright it was almost blinding, and I heard myself saying this IS the one true faith. After years of searching in different religions, I felt like I was home, really in the presence of God. A wonderful warm feeling surged through my whole body and I felt, all of a sudden, very much loved. I shared this with Father Hoff and the class and received many hugs and affirmations about the feelings I was having.
I finished out the class and was baptized and confirmed at Easter 1999. The parish family welcomed me with open arms. I still, to this day, have very close friends there even after having moved.
My daughter was able to quit work and care for my granddaughter herself.
But I will never forget the wonderful gift my baby granddaughter gave to me. Thank you, Michaela.
-- Deborah Haynes Hatfield, Ark.
I grew up Lutheran, but strayed from faith in my teen years. By the time I was a senior I was a typical '80s rocker with hair down to the middle of my back, a daily drug habit, a gloomy outlook on life, and a heart set on worldly pursuits.
When I was 18 years old I sensed that Christ was calling me to follow him, and I decided to turn the whole of my life over to him. Since I had played in several rock bands throughout high school, I thought maybe I should start a Christian rock band.
I called an old bandmate who was attending an Assembly of God Bible college. He told me to come to the school, so I could meet other musicians. When I visited, I was excited to find so many young men and women who were devoted to following Christ, to the Word of God, and to prayer. I was hooked.
I started attending classes and church services, volunteering at a local street mission, witnessing on the streets of Minneapolis. I left the college to pursue more hands-on ministry.
After a couple of years, I got involved with a Pentecostal church. They based many of their beliefs on the premise that the early Church fell into apostasy, and they were now reclaiming the truths of old.
So I started reading the early Church Fathers to find out if this was correct. I was astounded at just how Catholic these men were, right from the start. I went and talked with a Catholic priest, but he was less than encouraging. He seemed to say, "Why would you want to go and become a Catholic?" So, I didn't.
I went back to my familiar Lutheran roots and enrolled in a Lutheran college to study music. I met my wife-to-be, and she introduced me to the Evangelical Free Church, which I very much enjoyed.
After I had graduated and was married, we moved to Portland, Ore., where I planned to work on a master's degree in Church Music at a conservative Baptist seminary. Strangely enough, it was there in that Baptist seminary that I considered becoming a Catholic for the second time. We were studying Matthew in one of my theology classes. When we came to the passage where Christ said to Peter, "You are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church," my professor told us he held an unpopular view of this Scripture. It was his belief that the most plain rendering of the text in the original languages was that Christ was referring to Peter when he said "upon THIS rock". Usually Protestants try to say Jesus was talking about the faith or himself ... anything but Peter! I was convinced, but not ready.
Before I finished seminary, I had the opportunity to return to the Evangelical Free Church that I considered my "home church" to be their full-time director of youth and music ministries. I absolutely loved it.
After about three years in that position, however, the nagging questions began to surface again as I read the Bible in my private devotions. I began to study. I hurled every question I could think of against the Church. But as I read the Scriptures, the Catechism, the early Church Fathers and some Catholic apologetics, I found that the Church was an impenetrable fortress.
I did not want to become a Catholic. It would mean losing my beloved ministry. It would mean discord in my family. I told the Lord I couldn't do it without a sign. Any miracle would do. One day a thought came into my mind. "Karl, did you need a sign before you decided to follow me when you were 18?
No. I didn't need a sign back then. And I had walked by faith for 12 years since then. The lesson was clear: I would have to step in faith once again. I entered the one, holy Catholic Church on Pentecost Sunday 2000. I am so glad I did. What a journey faith can be!
- Karl Kohlhase, Virginia, Minn.
I grew up in a large Irish Catholic family and attended 12 years of Catholic school. I considered myself a devout Catholic. I never thought I'd be anything else.
I met my husband while I was in the Navy. He had been raised in a strong evangelical Protestant home. We were married at my home parish in Bay City, Mich., by my parish priest, with my husband's uncle, a Baptist minister, giving us a special blessing. I left the Navy soon after our wedding. In 1980, my husband was transferred to the U.S. Naval Base at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. It was remote and desolate. I was a young wife with an infant, far away from home and all my customary supports. God used that desert time of loneliness to draw me closer to him. I began reading the Bible, attending Protestant Bible studies and praying on a more regular basis.
Through the influence of my husband and his family, and my Protestant friends on the base, I began to realize the price Jesus paid when he died for my sins. Despite faithfully attending Mass and receiving the sacraments all those years, those evangelical Christians had a relationship with Jesus that I found very attractive. I accepted Jesus as my personal savior and soon after joined my husband in the Protestant church.
It was in this context of a strong evangelical Protestant home that our daughter and son were raised. That was all they knew, and as a family we thrived spiritually. However, as the years went by, I became aware of an emptiness in my soul that was not being filled by all the things I was doing as an evangelical. I was missing someone -- Jesus in the holy Eucharist.
I was watching EWTN, especially "The Journey Home," and reading conversion and reversion stories. I often visited the Perpetual Adoration chapel at Marytown in Libertyville, Ill. By fall 2001, I knew that I wanted to return to the Catholic Church, but I couldn't see how that could possibly happen. My biggest fear was how my husband of 25 years and my then college-age children would take my return. They were aware by that time of my spiritual anguish. In the most wonderful expression of their love for me, they gave me their gracious blessing to follow Jesus where he was leading me.
On Dec. 20, 2001, through the Sacrament of Reconciliation, I was once again in full communion with Jesus and his Church. I made my second first Communion a few days later, at Christmas Midnight Mass. Soon after my return, I attended daily Mass at Marytown in Libertyville, Ill.
-- Shannon Kelly Kurtz, Lindenhurst, Ill.
I grew up a pastor's kid. By definition, that made me a rebel. However, I was a pretty strong Christian, firm in my beliefs and not afraid to share them. But youthful zeal can sometimes come back to bite you.
My Calvinist high school happened to be populated with people who had attended college with Scott Hahn. His conversion to Catholicism sent shock waves throughout their ranks. Nobody could believe he was now a "papist." Though I had never met him, I became infected with their animosity toward him and the Church.
Several years later I had the chance to display my disdain for Hahn. Since he had used a book my mother had written in his classes, the Hahns invited us to lunch when we were visiting Steubenville. Rather than sully my sandals in the house of a Romanist, I demonstrated my contempt by sitting in a car in front of their house for three hours while my parents enjoyed their hospitality.
God must have been amused at my defiance even as he gently led me to the Church. Several years of study and prayer took me to the doorstep of that same house. Instead of lunch, the Hahns invited me to move in as I attended RCIA. Of course, they hadn't forgotten my "rebellion" and it wasn't long before a good chuckle was had at my expense. Ten years have passed since I came into full Communion with the Church, and we still laugh about it today.
-- Matthew Leonard, Steubenville, Ohio
On April 6, 1947, in Buffalo, N.Y., I was baptized in a Church of Christ. After graduating from high school, I attended Canisius College on a running scholarship from 1952 to 1954. This Jesuit men's college was my first real exposure to the Catholic faith. When the money ran out I enlisted in the Navy.
While stationed at a naval auxiliary air station in Kingsville, Texas, my brother enlisted in the Navy. He sent a letter to me from the USS Muliphen asking me to put in for duty with him. I did and a short while later I was on duty aboard this ship.
While on duty on this ship, I tried to convert a young naval officer away from his Catholic faith. Instead of converting him, he converted me and became my godfather! Before joining the Navy, this officer had spent three years in a seminary studying to be a Catholic priest.
My future godfather prepared me in knowledge of the Catholic faith. On Aug. 25, 1956, I was baptized conditionally, received first Communion and was received into the Catholic faith.
-- Donald Moffat, Largo, Fla.
I can thank my husband and the Holy Spirit for my deciding to join the Catholic Church.
When we got engaged, my fiance decided we should start going to church, although he was a lapsed Catholic and I was a lapsed Protestant of no specific denomination (my father is a church organist and we went to whatever church he was working at).
JP and I decided we would go to his church one week and mine the next, but after a few weeks of that, I told him that I'd rather go to the Catholic church every week, even though figuring out when to sit, stand, sing and kneel was a bit confusing!
In the summer of 1999, I saw a notice in the church bulletin that classes would be starting for adults wishing to join the Church. I told my husband that I wanted to go, and he told me that I didn't have to do that for him.
I was able to tell him then, and I still believe, that although I'm glad he brought me to the building; it was the Holy Spirit that brought me to the Church by showing me that if I'm looking for Jesus Christ, I should start at the Church he founded.
I received the sacraments of Eucharist and Confirmation at the Easter Vigil in 2000, and my husband and I both serve in a variety of ministries and committees at our parish.
-- Alyson Muldoon, Floral Park, N.Y.
In 1975 I married a widow who was Catholic. I was Methodist. Neither of us practiced our religion. Recognizing that we should, I suggested that we go to a Catholic church.
In order to learn something of the Church's doctrine and practice, I enrolled in a pre-RCIA course. Then, to learn more, I started in RCIA. Sometime in that process I became converted, not only to Catholicism but Christianity itself. I was confirmed on May 17, 1981. On that day I announced it was the most important day of my life. My wife thinks my most important day was when she married me.
I retired as a civil judge in 1989 and started working as a volunteer with the tribunal of the Diocese of Richmond. Because of my judicial experience, I was granted an indult from Rome to act as a defender of the bond. I have continued in that ministry ever since. In 1992 I was ordained as a permanent deacon. In April 2007, the bishop appointed me as chancellor of the diocese, again as a volunteer. These jobs now consume about 25 hours per week.
God has blessed me with 80 years of good health, a wonderful wife and a satisfying ministry. What more could anyone ask?
-- John H. Thomas, J.D., Midlothian, Va.
My husband and I were baptized Catholic, but we did not practice. A co-worker told me of Relevant Radio and I tuned in. What a blessed conversion I have made ever since! Simply by hearing others call in to the show and ask for guidance has taught me so much of what a privilege it is to be Catholic.
Also, I have also felt a new blessed enthusiasm for the sacraments. Investigating the sacraments I could receive, I received the Sacrament of Reconciliation. I had not been to confession for more than 20 years.Now I go just about every weekend.
Also, through listening to Relevant Radio, I learned my husband and I did not have a sacramental marriage. Immediately, I contacted my church and received an e-mail of instructions for convalidation.Praying, I sat the instructions in front of my husband and he lovingly said, "So, is this what you want to do?"Our receiving of the Sacrament of Matrimony was very emotional and so very special.
-- Carol Villarreal, Cedar Park, Texas
I was converted at the age of 14. Father Sherman from St. Peter's Church in Jefferson City, Mo., instructed me in 1940, using the book "Father Smith Instructs Jackson" (editor's note: This classic apologetics book was written by OSV founder Archbishop John F. Noll). I was and still am a stubborn Missourian who must be shown. I was shown, without doubt, and became a strong faithful Catholic.
Various difficulties and years from the Church never caused or let me doubt this faith. When I returned to my Church, I was saddened and depressed by the confusion and loss of faith, by many who still called themselves Catholic. They evidently do not know the definition of Catholic. Their dissensions and disagreements with Christ's Church teachings and directives have made them Protestants. Today, my feelings of sadness and depression have been changed to feelings of joy. God has made me an evangelist disciple. I spread the TRUTH, which I learned in my conversion. God loves me. He brought me back to his Church for this purpose.
-- Andrew B. Williams, Jr., Roach, Mo.
How does conversion occur? When I was little, I thought that it would be the voice of God sounding like James Earl Jones, and he would appear out of a burning bush and suddenly everything would change. Yes, I suppose for some it can be like that. But for me, it was like the small, gradual, almost imperceptible opening of a flower, a blooming in my heart and in my mind that took almost 20 years to accomplish.
It began with a seed being planted in my heart at Fatima. I am a Spanish teacher, and in 1989 I took a group of students on a tour of Spain and Portugal. Fatima just happened to be on the itinerary. Now I had never heard of Fatima or the miracle that occurred there, but when we arrived and were directed to the church, I knelt and prayed there, too, as the respectful Methodist that I was. I was not prepared, however, for the deep sense of peace that I felt as I did so.
Years passed, I began to pray the Rosary and then to visit the Catholic church. More and more, as I witnessed the faithful taking the Eucharist, I began to want to be a part of it, too. I began to feel hungry, like the beggar looking in a bustling restaurant window and longing to be fed. I didn't want to stand on the outside looking in. I wanted to participate fully, with a joyful heart. Finally, I was confirmed a Catholic on Oct. 28, 2007, at St. Boniface.
God uses whatever method is best for each of us to reach him. Since he made us, he knows just the right touch that will make us turn and choose to follow him, whether he sounds like James Earl Jones, or whether he is a still, small voice, or whether it is a whisper over time.
-- Becky Yates, Fort Smith, Ark.
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