I am all of the above.
I am a Cradle Catholic because my parents herded me to church on Sunday mornings, scrimping and saving to provide twelve years of Catholic education. I disappointed them, though, when I reached adulthood—veering into a guileless agnosticism, then stumbling back to belief via Unitarian Universalism (such lovely music!) and evangelicalism (such great Easter dramas!) Then again,I am a Revert because one Saturday afternoon, discouraged by life’s vagaries, I walked alone into a Catholic church and slid quietly into the rear pew. Praying from the heart, perhaps for the first time, I encountered the God of my youth, Who introduced Himself in an explosion of knowing and loving and bewilderment. I struggled under the tutelage of a kindly priest who answered my belligerent questions about angels and purgatory and eternity—until one day I believed. And
I am a Convert because each morning I wake to the promise of a deeper awareness of God’s love evidenced in the Eucharist, and with a firmer resolve to sin no more.