I grew up in a family that was Catholic. I mean the kind of Catholic where my mom dragged me by the hair to Confession just because I picked the neighbor’s apple tree bare for a rock fight with other neighbors. (I was out of rocks.)
But despite my upbringing, I turned into a hardcore agnostic (if that’s not an oxymoron.) I would’ve been an atheist but I thought I was smarter than them too. Needless to say, the older I got, stealing apples for rock fights was the least of my transgressions.
I went to college because I wanted to make a lot of money. I went to a Catholic college because I wanted to marry an Irish-Catholic accounting major. I know it sounds weird but I didn’t like the girls I found around myself and thought college would open me up to a wider field. It was a Jesuit college so I wasn’t in too much danger of getting brain-slammed by any orthodoxy but it happened anyway. It started when I accidentally read the Church Fathers and oops I became a Catholic. I know this sounds funny to say but I really didn’t see that coming.