From Atheist to Ashes
A part of me still wanted to believe in the Church...
I sat at the kitchen table, probably working on my thesis for my M.A. in Catholic Studies. Ironically, I was an atheist. But at the time, I saw Catholicism like I saw Harry Potter: a sort of fairy tale that fascinated me, even if I couldn’t believe in it. Books piled up around me: Aelred of Rievaulx’s Spiritual Friendship, Hannah Arendts’s On Revolution…