I went to church Sunday.
Really, I thought I'd have something more profound to write about the experience, but my first statement pretty much sums it all up. It's a Catholic Church — Epiphany — and it was very nice. The priest seemed no-nonsense and a little funny. It's about a mile from our house. It's not old and beautiful, but it's very nice and just like I remember from my 12 years of Catholic schoolin’.
There's a lot of reasons I should go to church or be religious or seek God. Frankly, I'm not sure any of those reasons explains why I went. I think I'm more interested in being a part of a community, one that I feel comfortable in and one I respect.
And I just thought Steve would be more likely to follow me to church than Sierra Club meetings.
Whatever the reasons, I'm thinking about becoming a full Catholic and joining the church. Since the Catholic school I attended in eighth grade dropped the confirmation ball, I'll probably have to go through the whole rigmaroll to become card carrying. But, frankly, I'm looking forward to that process. It'll give me a chance to decide if this is the right road for me.
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