For much of my adult life, when asked about my faith tradition I would shrug and say, "I was raised Catholic." It was a polite way of saying I had drifted — from the rituals, from the certainty, from the church itself.
When I was growing up in Texas, Catholicism was central to our lives. We went to Mass every Sunday, my mother served as a eucharistic minister and my parents never failed to drop an envelope in the offering basket. But as I got older, my own faith was tested, slowly replaced by doubt, distance and disillusionment.
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