I lived in a hellish inner city neighborhood where dreams like those usually shriveled up and died on the vine. Where kids died in the streets. So none of it seemed possible. I just needed to tell somebody who wouldn’t laugh at me. So I told Him. Read more

Catholics never stop believing you can do better. Be better. Shine like The Son, and make somebody’s life better. They know Jesus will find things for you to do, even if you’re not sure you’re doing them right. Read more

Still finding my sea legs, when I don’t quite know the words, I reach for the beads, kiss the crucifix. This religion gives me something to hold on to, literally, when all else fails. Read more

Jesus just kept wooing me and leaving little “love notes” all over the place. When He wants you, He wants you. And he puts all other suitors to shame. Read more

Holy water or no? Bow or kneel? And if I kneel, which knee goes down? Read more

I was just about 12 or 13 when I got up the nerve to tell my mother I wasn’t going back to her church anymore. Read more

Water. Oil. Where had I heard that before? Baptism. Anointing. I was being saved. I surrendered. Read more