That’s the title of my latest column over at The Catholic Thing. Here’s how it begins: Several days before my 13th birthday, in late October of 1973, I had a dream that was so vivid that when I woke up the next morning I was convinced that it was no mere dream. As I note in my 2009 memoir, Return to Rome, in the dream Jesus and I “were sitting, facing each other, with the landscape of heaven in the background.... Read more











