Consider the fact that I was baptized and raised as a Catholic in a pretty accepting America when it came to the Catholic faith.
I heard the stories, studied religion regularly, listened to the gospels, received sacraments, ate fish on Fridays, covered my hair in church, did the Stations of the Cross, made a few confessions, but still I didn’t quite get the significance of the spotlight on Jesus, the son of God. Or, more to the point, why the obsession in regard to Jesus bypassing God, our father, with almost total disregard for the Holy Spirit?
So, almost 40 years into this life I was on my way to work in Armory Square in the mid-90s...