About ten years ago I converted to Catholicism. While I’m not active at the present, it is a good journey to be on. Where I am now is different than where I was last year, or two years ago.

It’s something that I think about, something that I have doubted, but generally trust.

I looked at a lot of different religions. At the time I felt a need to find something. It was soon after the earthquake of 1989, and there other things that probably triggered it as well.

The church I go to is a very liberal Catholic church, and very into social justice. And unlike some other religions that I belonged to as a child, I didn’t feel that I had to be perfect to go to this church. They accepted me warts and all, which felt comfortable. They don’t expect you to be perfect but they expect you to do the best you can.

The church is the holy Eucharist Church on Corralitos Road.

John investigated it but did not join, which is fine. Alyssa did not join, but Abby and Anda did go through Confirmation. Now, they are members.

Having gone through all of this, I don’t go to Mass every Sunday, but it’s comforting. More than any one faith it’s a feeling that we’re meant to do well, we’re meant to do the best we can, we should not be less than we can be.

I’m a worry – wart, and my faith is a huge help with that. I can obsess over things!

In this church I feel that Jesus accepted people, and that’s what we do. I haven’t gone to Confession in a while, although I have in the past. As a former Protestant that was a really tough thing to do. I remember thinking to myself: “is this a deal breaker?”

But I will tell you that I felt much better after I did go to Confession.

And I have to admit that I’m a “cafeteria Catholic,” I don’t buy everything.