For some reason, the Saints seemed so out of reach. It was tough to think that people existed who walked this earth let God fill them so much that there wasn't room for anything else. Meanwhile, I felt so far from that. I lose my patience so easily, and tend to seek my own comfort, and am prone to anxiety and worry about things I can't control. I feared that I'd read something by a Saint and be frightened off...of what, I don't exactly know. But I didn't trust that it would be helpful, at least not for a while.
Today marks my one year anniversary in the Catholic Church. I reflect more on my first year as a Catholic in my first Catholic Stand article, coming out before Easter. But today I want to spend some time reflecting on a specific person that has been an inspiration to me on my faith journey. What's In A Name? … Continue reading Finding Our Calcutta