I was a devout Catholic child

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12. Yeah, I sure get that.

Growing up in Catholic school, you got it from morning through lunch all the way to afternoon dismissal. Nuns and everything, and once a week Father Flanagan came over from the church across the street to conduct that day’s religion class.

Once I got to high school, also Catholic, things were a little more relaxed and we even had a class in comparative religions. A revelation! Looking back, I think that’s when I started “going independent”.

There was a point when I realized I could talk to God whenever I wanted to, and use my own words, and pull from my own thoughts, and it didn’t have to be in any formalized church setting. Truly liberating!

It’s been a journey alright.