Good morning all, new here.
I'm, sometimes, known as one of those "Kill the Catholics" Baptist, LOL. I'm not one to pretend those folks do not exist, they do, but most of us do not fill that slot, at all. Today I am bed ridden, at 70, from the one inescapable war wound from the Vietnam War, where I served three tours.
As a baptist teacher of the children, all the way through being a teacher of the Grumpy Old Men's class, I did my best to instill the knowledge that there will be saved men and women (Saints) in all churches, regardless of the first, last or middle names. The Mormons, JWs and others are another issue but I still hold to the biblical idea that once saved, always saved, meaning, if a person is truly saved, they might quench the Spirit, the third person of the Triune Godhead, and be seated in some non-Christian assembly.
Throughout my adult life, 1962 on, I have had Catholic, Mormon and Protestant friends, even when I was an irritating Atheist. Any Protestant's or Catholic's first name is Christian... if they actively seek to follow Jesus every day, all day long. I did not live that way when God called me in November of '66. Instead I lived like a [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse], singing both C&W and the Blues.
On my surrender, 1/1/'90, I accepted my call and have lived in full surrender since then. Some of my friends, Carpenters or Drivers, were Catholic and a few of them, 3 to be exact, lived with the same drive that pushes me. Pew Whales, I worry about, tremendously because they live for God part of one day a week and that is dangerous.
[footnote] Please do not pray for this Agent Orange induced MS, that it might not kill me. I want to go Home. I am, eternally, home sick for a Father and His Son that I have never seen. Too many people already pray for my voice to return and for me to be healthy enough to return to Service.