My Way
I've been reflecting lately on the origin of my faith in God and it seems that unlike some, I'm unable to really pinpoint a day or time when I had that "aha" moment. All I know is that at a very young age I would listen to the voices of the meadowlark and the red-winged blackbird; curious to know what made them sing. I believe that God's voice in the wind called me away from the angry voices of people to come out and dance with the little stream on the edge of town. It was God who called me to safety then and it is He who calls me to a deeper place today. It was God and it is God. I went away to a monastery recently to reflect on this faith and some things occurred to me. For many years I worshiped in an evangelical setting. I don't know how many times a congregation would rejoice when they learned that someone had come out of "Catholicism" to the true Christian experience. So many times I would hear pastors refer to the "other" d