In the summer of 2004 I toured Europe. The Catholic churches, art, and beauty called to my artistic soul. I had no idea that boarding a train to Rome would start my headlong fall into the Catholic Church. But it wasn’t Rome that pushed me there. I met a guy. A sandy haired, enthusiastic, charismatic guy. The first thing he asked me was “are you Catholic?” That’s a pretty lousy pick up line, but it still worked. 

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