I was your typical cradle Catholic. I was baptised, had my first communion and my confirmation, and went to a Catholic school for my entire education. I went on religious retreats, you name it.
But something was missing. It felt… routine. Like a habit you get into. I’d heard of people who had this great feeling of love or peace whenever they entered the church. I felt none of that. I wanted to feel that.
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