The first preadolescent thought that I had about my received Catholic faith’s relationship to the outside world was this: Gee, my friends–Jeff, David, Don, Mark, Tim–are all going to hell when they die.
My family was the only Catholic family in my wooded country neighborhood among the corn fields and pastures outside of town. I had learned that all of the several other families there were Protestant. According to what I was being taught in my religion classes at St. Margaret Mary elementary school, since my friends had not been saved by Catholic baptism as babies, they were all condemned to an eternal afterlife of hellfire. I was pretty sure that they did not know this. Continue reading “How I Lost the Faith and Found the Spirit, Part II: Discovery”