Jennifer Aton

I definitely have the same curling thoughts. I wish I knew what it meant when they scream “curl”!

St Pope John Paul II feed cleanse

Best edit yet 😂🤣👌

If you grew up in the 1970s, you probably possess these rare traits.

🔥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗾𝘂𝗲: “Science Isn’t the Church’s Enemy - It’s One of Her Children.” Every time these guys release a track, another myth about Christian history dies on contact. People forget: Science didn’t escape the Church… 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿. A rational Creator. An ordered universe. Matter that can be studied because it isn’t divine. The first universities? Catholic. Genetics? A monk. The Big Bang? A priest. Foundations of astronomy, seismology, and medicine? 𝗕𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵. Modern science wasn’t born outside Catholicism… 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁. Turn this one up. It’s what intellectual confidence sounds like. 🎶✝️💥

Thank you byron Donald for standing up and speaking out🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸👏👏

Today, I was confirmed into the Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church. It wasn’t easy. Honestly, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. When people like Keith Nester, John Bergsma, or Scott Hahn say many converts “come into the Church kicking and screaming,” they aren’t joking. I grew up in an evangelical/Reformed world where some sermons were solid, and others felt like they were stitched together by proof-texting verses to support a particular message. At the time, I accepted a lot of the anti-Catholic ideas like, the whore of Babylon, the church of Antichrist, and all the usual claims. But even when I believed those things, something in me always felt… unsatisfied. It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch, a thirst I couldn’t quench, a hunger I couldn’t satisfy. And because of that, I wandered, spiritually, like Israel in the desert, searching for a home. Every new church required reading the mission statement to make sure it aligned morally with Scripture, especially on issues where the wider Protestant world was deeply divided. Despite hearing, “We’re all unified in Christ,” it was painfully clear that the teachings were anything but unified. I must have visited nearly every church in the Phoenix area, and yet that spiritual thirst remained. And when the soul is starving, it begins to look elsewhere. Sin becomes tempting, like an apple hanging from a tree, bright and perfect on the outside, but turning to ash and vinegar the moment you bite into it. And sadly I found myself there ALOT. As I dug deeper into my faith, I asked myself: Would a loving, all-knowing God really leave us wandering spiritually homeless, trying to piece together truth on our own? The idea of an “invisible church of visible members” never made sense. And in every debate I watched, the Catholic side didn’t just argue well, they argued coherently, biblically, and historically. Everything changed the night I attended a Midnight Mass on Christmas. The liturgy, the incense, the music, the Scripture readings, the reverence, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It washed over me with a sense of peace and belonging, a feeling I had never experienced in worship before. It felt exactly like coming home. It was like the Father in the parable of the prodigal son. Running toward me, arms open, patiently waiting for me to return. In that moment, something deep in my soul whispered: This is it. This is the Church. As I read the Church Fathers and studied history, I realized the Church Christ founded was not a tiny mustard seed lost to time, but a towering mustard tree, ancient, rooted, full of saints and sinners, good popes and bad popes, and yet unchanged in the faith it has carried for 2,000 years. Today, before entering the confessional for the first time, I understood why many leave the Church or fear entering it: because holiness is hard. Walking into that confessional was humbling. It exposed how far I had fallen from grace, but also how deeply God longs to draw us close. And when I walked out, went through the Mass, and received the Eucharist for the first time, the priest’s words pierced me: “Peace I leave you, my peace I give you… look not on our sins, but on the faith of Your Church.” At that moment, I felt the peace, unity, and love Christ gives through His Church. I saw how the Holy Spirit had been working through so many people, apologists, friends, Bible study discussions, debates, all planting seeds like patient gardeners for the Lord. If you’re reading this, I want to extend the same welcome, kindness, and embrace that the Church extended to me. Please, come to Mass. Experience the liturgy. It is truly heaven on earth. And I pray that one day, you, too, will find your way home. God bless.

Socialism does not work‼️ Listen to someone who escaped Communist Cuba

She just EXPOSED the lefts hypocrisy in 2 minutes. 👏👏

St. Anthony of Lisbon is known for finding lost things. But he may be one of the most fearsome defenders of the Catholic Faith who ever lived. Here’s why this gentle-looking friar was called the Hammer of Heretics – a 🧵✝️

This man gives a great explanation of what Elon Musk and DOGE are doing.. Worth the listen..

She has a message for Elizabeth Warren and Democrats….. Go DOGE😂

Congratulations @PatrickAton99!

Congratulations @PatrickAton99 on going first team all district all four years of high school kicking. Plus punting this year! @CoachJZGraham

Congratulations @PatrickAton99 and the rest of our bulldogs! Not bad for your first year punting. @CoachJZGraham

🚨 Catholic responds to pastor who insulted Catholic priests and said “I don’t want to die a broke virgin”

Mary ,the Mother of God is the New Tabernacle. She is the Ark of the covenant 💙

@LCU_Wildcats @Nicholls_FB

All State Punter award to @PatrickAton99! Well deserved. Congratulations to all these young men. facebook.com/share/19oQPBLK…

What color dyes do to your kids👇🏽