About a year ago I was talking on the phone to an old friend from Mongolia. In the course of conversation she asked if we were still going to the same church we had been attending the last time she came for a visit. I said, “No, actually, we have been going to St. Therese …
In this blog I am trying to trace my spiritual journey to discover when I became Catholic. I don’t know, yet, when that moment was. But, I do know the moment I stopped being a Protestant. I was already neck deep in love with The Real Presence. I already loved the Mass. I already was …
reconciling things 