Someone asked me recently why I loved my religion. Here’s the answer I gave.
As a Catholic, I appreciate the culture of my religion, from Gregorian Chant, to the writings of great mystics like Teresa of Avila or Julian of Norwich, to the soaring architecture of Gothic Cathedrals, the pomp and ceremony of a pontifical mass, the profound silence of a Trappist monastery, the warm sense of spirituality in a cathedral lit by hundreds of flickering candles, each one representing someone’s heartfelt prayer. I also love the theology of Holy Communion: when we eat the consecrated bread and wine, Christ himself feeds and nurtures us. This is a faith where I truly encounter the love of God.