Father Snort

For as long as I can remember, I have gone to church. I attended mass on Sundays with my parents or grandmother. CCD always took up my Wednesday evenings. CYO was weekly with activities throughout the year. There was not an option to not go. My parents never planned weekend excursions that interfered with church. My brother, sisters, and I all made our First Communion and Confirmation as scheduled. Extracurricular activities did not interfere with church. I attended a Catholic university so my religious involvement continued through my young adult years. I was privileged growing up to worship at different churches with friends – Methodist, Assembly of God, and Pentecostal to name a few. I remember the different experiences of spirit filled worship and keep those close to my heart today. I learned early on that God was not only in the Catholic Church, but wherever I was on Sunday morning. As I grew up, I always believed I was the church as well. God was with me as I closed my eyes in pr