Last night, a priest laid on me his hands, said a prayer, and with oil on his thumb drew on my forehead a cross in the name of Christ and Saint Francis de Sales, my patron saint. After three years of intense searching and a year of dedicated study, I arrived at the moment and took my first holy communion.
So I have turned a page in the chapter of my life and left behind former things for Faith, Hope, and Charity and the Truth and Beauty found, ever so abundantly, therein.
I am Roman Catholic.
And it was definitely a God thing.