My first memory of God was at my private Catholic school, the “Crucifixion.” Kitty-corner to the school sat the church, and we had Mass before school most days, plus church again on Sundays. I remember sitting in the creaky, smelly pews, and being taught by an old, fire-and-brimstone priest. I remember wanting God. Wanting hisContinue reading “Penance and Performance: Finding the God Who Already Found Me”