Two of the most common questions I get on this Rome-ward journey: what does your Protestant husband think of all this? And what about your Anglican church family? It’s truly a testament to my husband’s patience and faithfulness that he’s tolerated so many versions of me over the last almost 11 years of marriage. We… Continue reading A tale of two church families
Author: Sarahbeth Caplin
The communion of saints who led me home
When I think of the people who led me to Christ by faithful example, I naturally think of those I’ve actually met: classmates, mostly. A few older, mentor-like figures.. But that “communion of saints” also includes those who finished the race before me, in previous eras. For me, one of those pivotal figures was Joan… Continue reading The communion of saints who led me home
Coming home: The appeal of a consistent sexual ethic
Part 2 of the Coming Home series. As a columnist for my campus newspaper, I wrote an article during the month of “Sextober” (yes, for real) questioning the effects of birth control on the female body: is it really healthy to shut down the entire reproductive system, just to avoid the natural occurrence of pregnancy?… Continue reading Coming home: The appeal of a consistent sexual ethic
On coming home: the Eucharist
After months of speculation, I’m finally going to start writing about the reasons I am becoming Catholic. The truth is, much like my conversion to Christianity from Judaism, there isn’t one single reason I can condense into a 30-second response to curious friends and followers. So I’m going to start cataloging the “explanation posts” here,… Continue reading On coming home: the Eucharist
How does anyone survive the unthinkable?
I was pregnant when the attacks of October 7th happened; postpartum one year later; and am pregnant once more on this two-year anniversary. That is to say, I’ve been more emotional on these occasions than usual, although the horrific slaughter of innocents is a lot for anyone to process. But the faces of the two… Continue reading How does anyone survive the unthinkable?
That awkward Jewish girl at RCIA
I was naive to think I had ever “arrived” in my Christian journey. I’ve thought I found my permanent place, my forever spiritual family, many times throughout adulthood, only to have schisms tear apart the church. Or have close friends move away. Others got married or had babies long before I did, and virtually disappeared.… Continue reading That awkward Jewish girl at RCIA
Reproductive technology and the scandal of redemptive suffering
What this post is not: a value judgment of parents who grew their families with IVF. What this post is: a response to some of the ethical concerns raised by new developments in reproductive technology. This tweet featuring a screenshot from a New York Times article caught my attention recently. Genomics researcher Noor Siddiqui asked… Continue reading Reproductive technology and the scandal of redemptive suffering
Why I’m (still) not a Messianic Jew
Nearly ten years ago now, I wrote a blog post explaining why, despite my Jewish heritage and faith in Jesus Christ, I do not call myself a Messianic Jew. It went semi-viral, and not in a good way. I received – and still do, on occasion – many emails criticizing my reasons, which mostly had… Continue reading Why I’m (still) not a Messianic Jew
What Christians get wrong by saying “It’s not a religion, it’s a relationship”
There are rhythms to certain relationships that are not only enjoyable, but indicators of good health. In my marriage, it’s making coffee for myself and my husband (he still doesn’t quite understand the French press) in the morning, which we sip in our home library as our daughter races her toy cars across the carpet.… Continue reading What Christians get wrong by saying “It’s not a religion, it’s a relationship”
How anxiety pointed me to the gospel
I’m occasionally asked if I ever consider myself a “completed Jew,” and Christians tend to be surprised when I answer no. The main reason for that is because it’s considered highly offensive to Jewish people. The gospel is offensive enough; I don’t see a need to use language that is inflammatory if I don’t have… Continue reading How anxiety pointed me to the gospel